'I'm goin that way, an it's my brother 'at has th' keys.' David accompanied her with an alacrity which would have astonished his usual travelling companions, and they mounted the straggling village street together towards the church.

As they neared it the woman stopped and, shading her eyes against the sunlight, pointed up to it and the parsonage.
'Noa, it's not a beauty, isn't our church.

They do say our parson ud like to have it pulled clean down an a new one built.

Onyways, they're goin to clear th' Brontes' pew away, an sich a rumpus as soom o' t' Bradford papers have bin makin, and a gradely few o' t' people here too! I doan't know t' reets on 't missel, but I'st be sorry when yo conno see ony moor where Miss Charlotte an Miss Emily used to sit o' Sundays--An theer's th' owd house.

Yo used to be 'lowed to see Miss Charlotte's room, where she did her writin, but they tell me yo can't be let in now.