"It's lucky for thee that tha's got victuals as well as appetite.

There's been twelve in our cottage as had th' stomach an' nothin' to put in it.

You go on playin' you out o' doors every day an' you'll get some flesh on your bones an' you won't be so yeller." "I don't play," said Mary.

"I have nothing to play with." "Nothin' to play with!" exclaimed Martha.

"Our children plays with sticks and stones.