And he were the best judge of a dung-heap anywhere in this county.' 'Well, Master Snowe,' I answered him, 'it is very handsome of you to say so.

And now I am going to be like my father, I am going to speak my mind.' 'Raight there, lad; raight enough, I reckon.

Us has had enough of pralimbinary.' 'Then what I want to say is this--I won't have any one courting my mother.' 'Coortin' of thy mother, lad ?' cried Farmer Snowe, with as much amazement as if the thing were impossible; 'why, who ever hath been dooin' of it ?' 'Yes, courting of my mother, sir.

And you know best who comes doing it.' 'Wull, wull! What will boys be up to next?
Zhud a' thought herzelf wor the proper judge.

No thank 'ee, lad, no need of thy light.