But let yo' an' me go to Monkshaven church o' Sunday, and see Measter Fishburn's daughters, as has their things made i' York, and notice a bit how they're made.
We needn't do it i' church, but just scan 'em o'er i' t' churchyard, and there'll be no harm done.

Besides, there's to be this grand burryin' o' t' man t' press-gang shot, and 't will be like killing two birds at once.' 'I should like to go,' said Sylvia.

'I feel so sorry like for the poor sailors shot down and kidnapped just as they was coming home, as we see'd 'em o' Thursday last.

I'll ask mother if she'll let me go.' 'Ay, do.

I know my mother 'll let me, if she doesn't go hersen; for it 'll be a sight to see and to speak on for many a long year, after what I've heerd.