Uncle Reuben, mebbe, ud be for givin me somethin to start wi, an Aunt Hannah ud be for cloutin tin him over the head for thinkin of it.
No, I'll not be beholden to yan o' them.

I've got a shillin or two for my fare, an I'll keep mysel.' 'What wages ull yo get ?' inquired Louie sharply.
'Nothin very fat, that's sure,' laughed David.

'If Mr.Ancrum can do as he says, an find me a place in a book-shop, they'll, mebbe, gie me six shillin to begin wi.' 'An what ull yo do wi 'at ?' 'Live on't,' replied David briefly.
'Yo conno, I tell yo! Yo'll ha food an firin, cloos, an lodgin to pay out o't.

Yo conno do 't--soa theer.' Louie looked him up and down defiantly.

David was oddly struck with the practical knowledge her remark showed.