Boh sin ye mun knoa, it wur Mistress Nutter." "Aha! very good--I mean--very bad," cried Potts.

"What did Mistress Nutter do to you, my little dear?
Don't be afraid of telling me.

If I can do any thing for you I shall be very happy.

Speak out--and don't be afraid." "Nay fo' shure, ey'm nah afeerd," returned Jennet.

"Boh whot mays ye so inqueesitive?
Ye want to get summat out'n me, ey con see that plain enough, an os ye stand there glenting at me wi' your sly little een, ye look loike an owd fox ready to snap up a chicken o' th' furst opportunity." "Your comparison is not very flattering, Jennet," replied Potts; "but I pass it by for the sake of its cleverness.