And now mend thy pen for a fresh start.

I give and bequeath--did thee put "give and bequeath," at th' beginning ?' 'Nay,' said William, looking back.

'Thee didst not tell me "give and bequeath!"' 'Then it won't be legal, and my bit o' furniture 'll be taken to London, and put into chancery, and Hester will have noane on it.' 'I can write it over,' said William.
'Well, write it clear then, and put a line under it to show those are my special words.

Hast thee done it?
Then now start afresh.

I give and bequeath my book o' sermons, as is bound in good calfskin, and lies on the third shelf o' corner cupboard at the right hand o' t' fire-place, to Philip Hepburn; for I reckon he's as fond o' reading sermons as thee art o' light, well-boiled paste, and I'd be glad for each on ye to have somewhat ye like for to remember me by.
Is that down?
There; now for my cousins John and Jeremiah.