Suspose he was hit wi' the flat.

Whatever is Mr.Cary tu?
Telling wi' mun, a bit.

Oh dear, dear, dear!" "Has he killed him ?" cried poor Rose.
"No, fegs, no! kecking mun, kecking mun, so hard as ever was futeball! Goodness, Father, who did ever?
If a haven't kecked mun right into river, and got on mun's horse and rod away!" And so saying, down she came again.
"And now then, my dear life, us be better to goo hoom and get you sommat warm.

You'm mortal cold, I rackon, by now.

I was cruel fear'd for ye: but I kept mun off clever, didn't I, now ?" "I wish--I wish I had not seen Mr.Leigh's face!" "Iss, dreadful, weren't it, poor young soul; a sad night for his poor mother!" "Lucy, I can't get his face out of my mind.