When I go to Manchester,' continued David emphatically, 'I shall niver touch meat.

I shall buy a bag o' oatmeal like Grandfeyther Grieve lived on, boil it for mysel, wi a sup o' milk, perhaps, an soom salt or treacle to gi it a taste.

An I'll buy apples an pears an oranges cheap soomwhere, an store 'em.
Yo mun ha a deal o' fruit when yo doan't ha meat.

Fourpence!' cried Davy, his enthusiasm rising, 'I'll live on _thruppence_ a day, as sure as yo're sittin theer! Seven thruppences is one an nine; lodgin, two shillin--three an nine.

Two an three left over, for cloos, firin, an pocket money.