“What does ta say?  Killed awr Tibby?  Tha’d better keep thi heels this rooad as long as iver tha lives nor think o’ sich a thing, for aw browt her up wi a spooin throo being blind, an’ aw wodn’t swap her for all th’ cats i’th’ world.  An’ if it had been anybody else nor thee ’at had done this, they’d ha’ heeard a bit o’ my tongue, aw con tell thi; but, haiver, it is as it is, soa sit thi daan.  Tha’s noa need to luk soa jaylus, mun, ther’s nowt under thi nah but a wish in; tha luks as white as a gooast; aw expect tha’s getten thi deeath o’ cold, but aw’ll get thi a sup o’ whiskey, an’ see if that’ll warm thi a bit.”

Shoo went to th’ cubbard an’ browt aght a bottle, an’ put it onto th’ table, teld him to help hissen.  “Tha’s noa need to be flaid on it,” shoo sed, “it’s some o’th’ reight sooart; it’s what thi uncle allus taks when he ails owt, an’ aw believe if th’ time iver comes when a sup o’ that willn’t cure him, it’ll be a case o’ curran cake an slow walkin:  for aw believe its saved his life manny a scoor times already, an’ it’s a deeal cheeaper nor doctor’s physic.”

Jack tem’d some into a glass an gate a gooid swig; an’ if yo could ha’ seen his face yo’d niver ha’ done ony moor gooid.  If it had been stricknine he couldn’t ha’ pooled a faaler mug.  “What’s th’ matter,” shoo says, “is it to strong?”

“Aw dooant know whether it’s to strong or net,” he said, “but it’s aght ov a different tap to what aw’m used to; just yo taste, an’ lets see ha yo like it.”

“It’s thi maath ‘at’s aght o’ order, mun; it’s a drop o’ old Slicer’s best, an’ aw’m sure ther’s noa better to be getten abaat this quarter.  Aw dooant reckon to tak owt to sup misen,” shoo sed, “but aw’ll just taste wi’ thi.”

“Eea, do, sup it up, aw’m sure tha’rt welcome, for aw’ve had enuff.”

Shoo gate a drop into her maath, but it coom aght agean sharper nor it went in; aw thowt her heart ud come up.  “A’a dear! a’a dear!” shoo says, “it’s Harryget watter! it’s Harryget watter! aw’ve made a t’mistak!’ aw’ve made a mistak! but it’s just thi luck.”

“Eea, aw expected yo’d say soa; it’s allus put daan to my luck, whether it’s my mistak or somdy else’s; but it mud ha’ been war.”

“Thear, tha’rt at it agean; aw believe if it h’ad been pooisen tha’d say soa; but, here, sithee, try this bottle; aw fancy tha’ll find this’ll run daan better nor th’ last.”  Soa he made hissen a drop, an’ after tawkin’ a bit abaat ha things wor gooin on in a reglar way, he axed if his uncle wor varry weel.

“Yos, he’s varry weel, aw think; at ony rate, he wor all, reight when he left here at braikfast time.  Aw’m just gettin his dinner ready, an’ tha con tak it him if tha’s a mind; tha’ll find him up i’th’ brickfield yonder, doom summat at th’ old well.”

Jack sed he’d be glad to goa, for he wanted to see him befoor he went back, soa as sooin as all wor ready he set off an’ went towards th’ well, but befoor he gate up to it he ‘heeard his uncle shaatin an’ bawlin an’ gooin on as it he wor mad.  “What’s to do, uncle?” he sed as sooin as he gate up to him, “whativer’s to do?”