"And it certainly was a close clip.

We could see to the roots of the little fellow's hair all over his round, hard head.

"Come," said the mother, "yo two are makin' a nice floor for mo.

Thae'll do, mon; arto beawn to lother o' th' bit o' swoap away that one has to wash wi'; gi's howd on't this minute, an' go thi ways an' dry thisel', thae little pouse, thae." We visited several other places in Scholes that day, but of these I will say something hereafter.

In the evening I returned home, and the thing that I best remember hearing on the way was an anecdote of two Lancashire men, who had been disputing a long time about something that one of them knew little of.