The way she let go ain't no matter, but if she didn't yell it's a pity, that's all.

She made right straight for the door, dashed in atween old aunty's legs, and carries her out on her back, ridin' straddle-legs like a man, and tumbles her head over heels in the duck pond of dirty water outside, and then lays down along side of her, to put the fire out in its tail and cool itself.
"Aunty took up the screamin' then, where the pig left off; but her voice warn't so good, poor thing! she was too old for that, it sounded like a cracked bell; it was loud enough, but it warn't jist so clear.

She came in drippin' and cryin' and scoldin'; she hated water, and what was wus, this water made her dirtier.

It ran off of her like a gutter.

The way she let out agin pigs, travellers and houses of entertainment, was a caution to sinners.