However, if thou wilt agree to go down every Sunday to Mrs.Mason, thou shalt stay here for a bit till oi see what can best be done." And so it was settled, and Polly went off every Sunday morning, and Luke went down of an evening to fetch her back.
"Well, what is't, lass ?" he asked as he joined her outside the "Brown Cow." "George has scalded his leg badly, feyther.

I was just putting Susan to bed, and he took the kettle off the fire to pour some water in the teapot, when Dick pushed him, or something, and the boiling water went over his leg." "Oi'll give that Dick a hiding," Luke said wrathfully as he hastened along by her side.

"Why didn't ye send him here to tell me instead of cooming thyself ?" "It was only an accident, feyther, and Dick was so frightened when he saw what had happened and heard George cry out that he ran out at once.
I have put some flour on George's leg; but I think the doctor ought to see him, that's why I came for you." "It's no use moi goaing voor him now, lass, he be expected along here every minute.

Jack Wilson, he be on the lookout by the roadside vor to stop him to ask him to see Nance, who be taken main bad.

I will see him and ask him to send doctor to oor house when he comes, and tell Jarge I will be oop in a minute." Upon the doctor's arrival he pronounced the scald to be a serious one, and Dick, who had been found sobbing outside the cottage, and had been cuffed by his father, was sent down with the doctor into the town to bring up some lint to envelop the leg.