He wor fairly clemmed wi' t' cold,--'at he wor.

I put in th' horse, an I took him down to t' Frimley carrier, an we packed him i' soom rugs an straw, an soa he got home.

But they put him out o' t' school, an he wor months in his bed.

An they do tell me, as nobory can mak owt o' 'Lias Dawson these mony years, i' th' matter o' brains.

Eh, but yo shudno meddle wi Satan.' 'What d'yo think he saw ?' asked David, eagerly, his black eyes all aglow.
'He saw t' woman wi t' fish's tail--'at's what he saw,' said Louie, shrilly.
Reuben took no notice.