"That's why poor folk can afford to have 'em.

If you don't trouble 'em, most of 'em'll work away underground for a lifetime an' spread out an' have little 'uns.
There's a place in th' park woods here where there's snowdrops by thousands.

They're the prettiest sight in Yorkshire when th' spring comes.

No one knows when they was first planted." "I wish the spring was here now," said Mary.

"I want to see all the things that grow in England." She had finished her dinner and gone to her favorite seat on the hearth-rug.
"I wish--I wish I had a little spade," she said.
"Whatever does tha' want a spade for ?" asked Martha, laughing.