He's only playing with us, Tom." Dave laughed like a watchman's rattle, whose wooden spring had grown very weak.
"Look here, Dave, now no nonsense! Want some more powder ?" "Nay, I don't want no poother," said Dave.
"Do you want some lead to melt down?
I'll give you a big lump." "Nay, I don't want no poother, and I don't want no lead," said Dave in an ill-used tone.

"I can buy what I want." "He does want it, Dick." "Nay, I don't, lad; and things a man do want nobody asks him to hev." "Why, what do you want, Dave ?" "Oh, nowt! I don't want nowt.

But there is times when a man's a bit ill out there in the fen, and he gets thinking as a drop o' sperrits 'd do him good.

But I d'n know." "All right, Dave! I won't forget," said Dick.

"Jump in, Tom." "Nay, what's the good ?" said Dave.
"All right, Tom! He's going to take us to the 'coy." Tom followed his companion into the boat, the dog leaped in after them, whining with pleasure; and shaking his head and talking to himself, Dave followed, seized the pole, giving a grunt at Dick, who wanted to preside over the locomotion, and then, with a tremendous thrust, he sent the punt surging through the water.
"Nay, I'll pole," he said.