25/37 Yan evenin--it wor that hot we had aw t' doors an windows open--theer came a man runnin up fro t' railway. An my boys were kilt, Davy--boath on 'em--i' Duley Moor Tunnel. They wor coomin to spend Sunday wi us, an it wor an excursion train--I niver knew t' reets on 't!' She paused and gently wiped away her tears. Her passion had all ebbed. But they wor aw crushed, an cut about, an riddlet to bits--they wudna let me ha em. |