“You see what it is to be a scholar,” sed his mother; “but yo’st loise nowt bi a child o’ mine,” soa shoo gave her t’penny an’ coom away.

As they wor walkin on, Sammy put t’last bit into his maath an’ sed, “mother, can yo tell me why is old Sally like that rockstick?”

“Nay lad, awm sewer aw cannot.”

“Becoss they’ve booath getten suckt.”

“A’a, lad, dooant study soa mich, awm feeard strainin thi brain, but can ta spell brain?”

“Brane.”

“Nay, lad, ther’s a I in it.”

“Then aw must have three, if aw’ve two i’ mi heead an’ one i’ mi brain.”

“Aw niver thowt o’ that, but tha’rt far too clivver for me, an’ awst nivver rest until aw get thi into a bank.”

Now it soa happened ’at ther wor a man ‘at had done business wi’ Sammy’s fayther i’ former days, an’ after a bit o’ persuadin he consented to tak’ him into his office, an’ t’lad wor soa praad ov his place, ’at, strange as it seems, he did begin to leearn a bit o’ summate T’chap tuk a deeal o’ pains wi him, an’ his mother’s heart wor oft made glad wi’ hearin a gooid accaant of his gooins on.  When he used to goa to his dinner wi’ a pen stuck behind his ear, an’ his finger daubed wi’ ink, as if he’d been cleeanin’ aght t’ink bottles, shoo could hardly keep her arms off his neck, an’ monny a time shoo’d sit watchin him as he put t’puddin aght o’ t’seet, wi’ tears in her een, an’ wish his farther wor thear to see him.  But his face grew whiter an’ he didn’t seem to have as mich life in him as he used to have, an’ this caused her a deeal ov uneasiness, an’ at last shoo decided to goa an’ have a word wi’ his maister.  Shoo went to t’office, an’ they made a gurt fuss o’ t’old woman an’ ax’d her into a private raam to sit daan.

“Aw’ve come,” shoo sed, “to have a word or two abaat ahr Sammy; aw should like to know hah yo think he gets on?”

“Better than we expected,” he said; “he runs errands very well and his writing is better than it was, but his spelling wants improving, yet we think we shall be able to make a man of him.”

“Well, if that’s all aw think he’ll get better on it, an’ as for spellin a word wrang nah an’ then aw dooant see ’at that maks mich difference soa long as yo know what it meeans.  But what do yo think troubles him t’mooast?”

“Well at the present time it’s with the which’s, but you must excuse me just now for a very important customer has called and I must see him.”  Soa he jumpt up an’ left her.  It didn’t tak her long to get hooam, an’ as shoo’d allus been ov a superstitious way o’ thinkin, her mind wor filled wi’ anxiety abaat her lad.

“Just to think,” shoo sed, as shoo trudged along, “’at he should be bewitched!  A grand lad like him-but it’s somdy at’s done it just aght o’ spite, an’ aw’ve a varry gooid noation who’s done it.  It’s that nasty gooid-for-nowt ‘at lives at t’back o’ awr haase,—­shoo’s niver been able to bide t’seet on him sin’ he cut her cat tail off, an’ shoo knew well enuff he nobbut did it for fun.  But awl see if aw connot braik t’spell.”  As shoo had to pass a smithy on her way hooam shoo went in, an’ axed if they’d an old horseshoe to give her, for shoo knew that wor a thing ’at witches couldn’t bide t’seet on.