"Your gran-mother win' ha' enough to do to neet, an so win yo, too, Jem, lettin alone the walk fro here to Malkin Tower." "Weel, gi' me mey supper, an ey'n set out," rejoined Jem.

"So ye ha' seen Mistress Nutter ?" "Ey found her i' th' Abbey garden," replied Elizabeth, "an we had some tawk together, abowt th' boundary line o' th' Rough Lee estates, and other matters." And, as she spoke, she set a cold pasty, with oat cakes, cheese, and butter, before her son, and next proceeded to draw him a jug of ale.
"What other matters dun you mean, mother ?" inquired Jem, attacking the pasty.

"War it owt relatin' to that little Lunnon lawyer, Mester Potts ?" "Theawst hit it, Jem," replied Elizabeth, seating herself near him.
"That Potts means to visit thy gran-mother to morrow." "Weel!" said Jem, grimly.
"An arrest her," pursued Elizabeth.
"Easily said," laughed Jem, scornfully, "boh neaw quite so easily done." "Nah quite, Jem," responded Elizabeth, joining in the laugh.

"'Specially when th' owd dame's prepared, as she win be now." "Potts may set out 'o that journey, boh he winna come back again," remarked Jem, in a sombre tone.
"Wait till yo'n seen your gran-mother efore ye do owt, lad," said Elizabeth.
"Ay, wait," added a voice.
"What's that ?" demanded Jem, laving down his knife and fork.
Elizabeth did not answer in words, but her significant looks were quite response enough for her son.
"Os ye win, mother," he said in an altered tone.

After a pause, employed in eating, he added, "Did Mistress Nutter put onny questions to ye about Alizon ?" "More nor enough, lad," replied Elizabeth; "fo what had ey to tell her?
She praised her beauty, an said how unlike she wur to Jennet an thee, lad--ha! ha!--An wondert how ey cum to ha such a dowter, an monny other things besoide.