An' if ever they broke their promise, they olez towd her th' truth, and owned to it at once.

They like as iv they couldn't for shame tell her a lie.

There's one of her scholars, a blacksmith--he's above fifty year owd--iv yo were to mention her name to him just now, he'd begin a-cryin', an' he'd ha' to walk eawt o'th heause afore he could sattle hissel'.

Eh, hoo wur a fine woman; an' everything that hoo said wur so striking.

Hoo writes to her scholars here, once a week; an' hoo wants 'em to write back to her, as mony on 'em as con do.