"I be vady as the inside of a winder." "Such a man as you be to sweat, crowder!" exclaimed Calvin Oke.
"Set you to play six-eight time an' 'tis beads right away." "A slice o' saffern-cake, crowder, to stay ye.

Don't say no.

Hi, Mary Jane!" "Thank 'ee, Farmer.

A man might say you was in sperrits to-night, makin' so bold." "I be; I be." "Might a man ax wherefore, beyond the nat'ral hail-fellow-well-met of the season ?" "You may, an' yet you mayn't," answered the host, passing on with the mug.
"Uncle Issy," asked Jim Lewarne, lurching up, "I durstn' g-glint over my shoulder--but wud 'ee mind tellin' me if th' old woman's lookin' this way--afore I squench my thirst ?" "Iss, she be." Jim groaned.

"Then wud 'ee mind a-hofferin' me a taste out o' your pannikin?
an' I'll make b'lieve to say 'Norronany' count.' Amazin' 'ot t' night," he added, tilting back on his heels, and then dipping forward with a vague smile.
Uncle Issy did as he was required, and the henpecked one played his part of the comedy with elaborate slyness.