“‘All’s weel at ends weel,’” Dick sed.

“Eeah,” th’ young feller sed, “but aw’ll tak mi solem Alfred Davey ’at when aw put them thear britches on, aw’d noa mooar thowts o’ bein wed, nor aw hed o’ be in hang’d.  Aw’d nobbut gooan aght walkin wi’ Amy to pass th’ time away, as young fellers will do.”

“Awm sewer aw hooap shoo’s made yo a gooid wife,” sed Mary.

“Nivver a chap hed a better wife i’ all th’ world nor aw hev,” sed he, “but yo’ shall coom in an see her, we live i’ them haases at th’ end o’th Corperashun Quarries daan thear.  Coom on.”

Dick explained ‘at they wor gooin to see th’ other Parks, but he wodn’t ha’ noa refusal.

“Yo’ con goa to-morn to Horton,—­coom on, an me an Amy ‘ll goa wi’ yo’ to Bowlin Park this afternooin, we’ve nivver been sin it wor oppened.”

He wor soa pressin ’at they went an hed ther drinkins wi him an Amy,—­an he show’d ’em th’ britches ’at hed been the cause ov it all.  They went to Bowlin i’th afternooin, an sin’ then they’ve oftens had a bit ov a aght together.