His toothless mouth extended into the perpetual smile which had earned him the nickname of "Happy Jack," over sixty years since, when he had been the prettiest lad in the parish.
"He only snicked down vor a drop o' brandy, vur he were clean rampin' mazed wi' tuth-ache.

He waited till pretty nigh dusk var the ole ladies tu be zafe.

'Ee says they du take it by turns zo long as daylight du last, tu spy out wi' their microscopes, are zum zuch, as none of Sir Timothy's volk git tarking down this ways.

A drop o' my zider might git tu their 'yeds," said the landlord, sarcastically, "though they drinks Sir Timothy's by the bucket-vull up tu Barracombe." "'Tis stronger than yars du be," said Happy Jack.

"There baint no warter put tu't, Joe Gudewyn.