An' yet, yo' seen, they were for sending yo' away i' their foolishness! Well! missus, and who's to pay for t' fettling of all them clothes ?' as Bell came down with her arms full.

She was going to answer her husband meekly and literally according to her wont, but Sylvia, already detecting the increased cheerfulness of his tone, called out from behind her mother-- 'I am, feyther.

I'm going for to sell my new cloak as I bought Thursday, for the mending on your old coats and waistcoats.' 'Hearken till her,' said Daniel, chuckling.

'She's a true wench.
Three days sin' noane so full as she o' t' new cloak that now she's fain t' sell.' 'Ay, Harry.

If feyther won't pay yo' for making all these old clothes as good as new, I'll sell my new red cloak sooner than yo' shall go unpaid.' 'A reckon it's a bargain,' said Harry, casting sharp, professional eyes on the heap before him, and singling out the best article as to texture for examination and comment.
'They're all again these metal buttons,' said he.