Get on with your supper, I tell you, or you'll make me angry.

Now, it ain't no use taking it to 'eart in that way.

I see what you're worritin' over.
Dick ain't the man to be out o' work long.' 'But won't it be the same at his next place ?' Emma inquired.

She was trying to eat, but it was a sad pretence.
'Nay, there's no telling.

It's no good my talkin' to him.