I don't remember to a' seen Lyddy cry more than two or three times in my life; she always hid away for that, when she couldn't help herself, bless her!' 'Lydia grows more an' more like her father,' said Mrs.Bower.
'She does, ma'am, she does.

I used to say as she was like him, when she sat in my shop of a night and watched the people in and out.

Her eyes was so bright-looking, just like Mat's.

Eh, there wasn't much as the little 'un didn't see.

One day--how my wife did laugh!--she looks at me for a long time, an' then she says: "How is it, Mr.Boddy," she says, "as you've got one eyelid lower than the other ?" It's true as I have a bit of a droop in the right eye, but it's not so much as any one 'ud notice it at once.