I speak of folks as I find them.

I'm not one to take any notice of queer tales!" "Queer tales.

What be the queer tales, Mister Piper ?" Timmy knew this last speaker.

He was the baker's rather sharp younger son, and Mrs.Crofton had just engaged him as handy man.
The older man lowered his voice a little, but Timmy, who, while his eyes seemed glued to the pages of the book he held open, was yet listening with all his ears, heard what followed quite clearly.
"It ain't for me to spread ill tales after what I've told you, eh?
But the Colonel's death was a reg'lar tragedy, 'twas, and some there were who said that 'is widder wasn't exactly sorry.

'E were a melancholy cove for any young woman to 'ave to live with.