“Just thee please thisen, Dick.  Aw had thowt o’ gooin, but as tha says it’s sure to cost summat, an’ awr Billy wants some new clogs, for yond tak watter varry ill, an’ aw dooant know what we could do better wi’ th’ brass, an’ aw think we con have as comfortable a teah at hooam.”

“Aw’m sure, an’ moor soa, an’ as tha’s decided nut to goa, aw’ll tell thi ov a marlock some o’th’ chaps has been playin’ but tha munnat split, for it hasn’t to get aght woll after th’ pairty.  Tha knows Hungary at works wi’ us?”

“Does ta meean him ‘at once ait a pailful o’ draff?”

“Th’ same chap!  An’ he declared ’at if he gate aside o’th steaks at this doo, he’d polish th’ lot (an’ aw believe he can ait owt less nor a bullock), soa some o’th chaps made it up ’at he should have a dish to his own cheek; but they’d ta be donkey steaks—­for owd Labon (’at hawks cockles an’ mussels) had let his donkey catch cold or summat, at ony rate it dee’d, an’ soa they thowt if they could get some steaks off that they’d just come in, but they knew ‘at owd Labon had rayther part wi’ his heead nor let onybody mell o’th donkey, for he thowt as mich on it as if it wor a Christian.  But they determined to scheme some way to get it, soa Joe Longfooit offered to go into th’ yard where it wor, an’ cut off one hinder leg an’ tak it hooam ta cook, if Sam Sniggle ’ud watch aght to see ’at noabody coom.  Labon kept his donkey, tha knows, in a place at th’ top o’th long stepses, an’ used ta goa raand th’ back rooad wi’ it, soa one dinner time they’d watch’d Labon aght o’th’ yard, (where he’d been standin’ rubbin’ his een, an’ strokin’ his owd favourite,) an’ when he’d getten nicely off they ventured to try ther luck.  Joe Longfooit went up wi’ a gurt carvin’ knife, an’ left Sam at th’ bottom to whistle if he saw onnybody comin’, an’ he stood thear for a while, but he wanted a bit o’ bacca, an’ ther wor sich a wind i’th’ steps ’at he couldn’t get a leet, soa he went across the rooad into a doorhoil for shelter.  He worn’t aboon a minnit or two away, but when he coom back what should he see but owd Labon within a few steps o’th’ top.  He hardly knew what ta do, but he managed as mich wind as made a whistle, an’ stood watchin’ for th’ next move.  Joa heeard the signal, but it wor too lat, for he couldn’t get aght withaat th’ owd chap seein’ him, an’ he’d getten th’ leg cut off ready for huggin’ away, soa seizin’ hold o’th’ shank, he watched for owd Labon’s hat showin’ aboon th’ wall top, when he gave it sich a clencher wi’ th’ thick end o’th’ leg, woll he forced th’ brewards reight onto his sholder, then he laup’d ovver th’ wall an’ ran hooam wi’ his prize as fast as his legs could carry him, leavin’ Laban to find his way into dayleet ageean as weel as he could.  Sam met him at th’ haase an’ they worn’t long i’ cutting some grand lukkin’ steaks off, an’ puttin’ ’em ov a dish i’th cubboard, an’ bith’ time they’d done that, th’ bell rang an’ they’d ta goa back ta ther wark.  When Labon gate his