'I almost made up my mind never to speak to you again.' 'A'most!' said John, with a broader grin than the last.

'A'most made up her mind! And she wur coaxin', and coaxin', and wheedlin', and wheedlin' a' the blessed wa'.

"Wa'at didst thou let yon chap mak' oop tiv'ee for ?" says I."I deedn't, John," says she, a squeedgin my arm.

"You deedn't ?" says I."Noa," says she, a squeedgin of me agean.' 'Lor, John!' interposed his pretty wife, colouring very much.

'How can you talk such nonsense?
As if I should have dreamt of such a thing!' 'I dinnot know whether thou'd ever dreamt of it, though I think that's loike eneaf, mind,' retorted John; 'but thou didst it.