'And he comes and takes her a walk oftentimes, and he goes as slow as if he were quite an old man, to keep pace wi' Bella's steps.

I often run upstairs and watch 'em out o' t' window; he doesn't care to have me with 'em, he's so fain t' have t' child all to hisself.' 'She's a bonny un, for sure,' said Kester; 'but not so pretty as thou was, Sylvie.

A've niver tell'd thee what a come for tho', and it's about time for me t' be goin'.

A'm off to t' Cheviots to-morrow morn t' fetch home some sheep as Jonas Blundell has purchased.

It'll be a job o' better nor two months a reckon.' 'It'll be a nice time o' year,' said Sylvia, a little surprised at Kester's evident discouragement at the prospect of the journey or absence; he had often been away from Monkshaven for a longer time without seeming to care so much about it.
'Well, yo' see it's a bit hard upon me for t' leave my sister--she as is t' widow-woman, wheere a put up when a'm at home.