A've nothin' else to do." "I'm rather anxious about your two dear little boys," began Trimble.
"Thee needn't be that; they're tight lads, and learn quite fast enough." "It's not that, Mr Rosher, though I hope they do justice to the pains we take with them." "They nearly killed their mother t'other day on the tricycle," said Mr Rosher, laughing like a young bull.

"Was't thee or t'other young chap came to mend t'auld bone-shaker?
Twas a kindly turn to the little fellows, and I'm sorry thee didn't stay to tea, lad." "We always like to try to make them happy," said Jonah.

"Indeed, that is what I came to see you about.

I'm sorry to say--" "Thee's come to tell me why Teddy was blubbering when he got home.
Thee'd better tell that to his mother," said the father.
"I'm so sorry to say," pursued Jonah, beginning to wish he was over his task, "my assistant-master is disappointing me.

I took him on half in charity six months ago, but lately he has been having a bad influence in the school, and I thought it, my duty--" "Tut, tut! The lads have been cheerier this last six months than ever before--" "Of course we try all we can to make them happy, and shield them from harm," pursued Trimble, "and I am glad you think we have made school happy for them--" "And is that all thee's come to say ?" said the bewildered parent.
"No, sir.