“He’s gooan to luk at some pigs aw believe.  He said he’d be hooam i’ gooid time, an yo hadn’t to get him onny drinkin’ ready, for he’d have some o’ that cold broth.”

“Then he’s baan drinkin’!  Aw know as weel as can be, for he allus taks some wrang-heeaded noation when he’s baan to get a bellyful o’ ale.  A’a!  It caps me what fowk can see i’ gooin an makkin a swill tub o’ ther guts!  If aw mud ha my mind ther shouldn’t be a drop for onybody unless they wor poorly!  But whear’s ta been, Harriet Ann?  Aw thowt tha wor at thi wark?”

“Shoo wod ha been but for me,” sed Alick; “but aw chonced to meet her, an as we’d a bit o’ bizness we gate that done, an then we went on to Jenny’s, but th’ door wor lockt, soa aw sed varry likely shoo’d be up here, an it seems aw wor abaat reight, an aw persuaded Harriet Ann to come up wi me, for it isn’t fit weather for noa Christian to be aght in.”

“Come on an sit thee daan, Alick.  Awm sooary to hear sich a bad accaant on thee, but tha art better nor awr Harriet Ann, for shoo knows awm behund wi mi rent, an shoo couldn’t do but waste another day.”

“Dooant yo bother yersen, Jenny, we’ve just com’d to keep yo company a bit.  Aw say, mother! dooant yo think yo’ve a drop o’ summat short, ’at yo could mak Harriet Ann a sup to keep her throo catchin’ cowld?”

“Tha knows ther’s nowt ‘short’ i’ this haase nobbut a drop o’ gin ’at’s kept o’ purpose for thi fayther when he’s th’ backwark, but as it’s Harriet Ann awl mak her a little drop.”

“A’a, aw cannot sup all that, Nanny, aw nobbut want a tooithful,” sed Harriet.

“Ther’s happen somdy else wants th’ cold keepin’ aght as weel as thee,” sed Jenny.

“Awve been hearin’ some sad tales abaat thee Harriet Ann,” sed Nanny.  “Awve allus thowt as mich o’ thee as if tha wor one o’ mi own, an’ thi mother’s been tellin’ me abaat some sad gooins on; but aw hooap ’at tha’ll allus remember ’at tha’s coine ov a daycent stock, an awm sewer yon gooid-for-nowt ‘at’s allus hankerin’ after thee meeans thee noa gooid.  Bi all aw can hear he’s a low-lived offal’d scamp, an’ if tha gets wed to him tha’ll have to sup sorrow bi spooinsful.”

“Dooant keep that gin all to thisen.  Basta noa manners?” sed Jenny.

“Aw dooant know what yo’re tawkin abaat,” sed Harriet.

“Yi tha does; aw meean that chap ‘at’s reckonin’ to cooart thee!  When aw wor thy age awd moor sense nor to believe ivvery lyin’ lumpheead ’at coom i’ mi way, but lasses dooant seem to care who get’s ’em nah.  If it’s owt ith shape ov a felly it’ll do.”

“Why, awm sewer yo must be mistakken, Nanny, for ther’s nubdy cooartin’ me.”