"You might as well bet a man as he wouldn't catch the rheumatise if he stood up to 's neck in the pool of a frosty night.

It 'ud be fine fun for a man to win his bet as he'd catch the rheumatise.

Folks as believe in Cliff's Holiday aren't agoing to ventur near it for a matter o' ten pound." "If Master Dowlas wants to know the truth on it," said Mr.Macey, with a sarcastic smile, tapping his thumbs together, "he's no call to lay any bet--let him go and stan' by himself--there's nobody 'ull hinder him; and then he can let the parish'ners know if they're wrong." "Thank you! I'm obliged to you," said the farrier, with a snort of scorn.

"If folks are fools, it's no business o' mine.

_I_ don't want to make out the truth about ghos'es: I know it a'ready.