"Tha' can put up with me for a bit sometimes when tha's got no one better.

Tha's been reddenin' up thy waistcoat an' polishin' thy feathers this two weeks.

I know what tha's up to.

Tha's courtin' some bold young madam somewhere tellin' thy lies to her about bein' th' finest cock robin on Missel Moor an' ready to fight all th' rest of 'em." "Oh! look at him!" exclaimed Mary.
The robin was evidently in a fascinating, bold mood.

He hopped closer and closer and looked at Ben Weatherstaff more and more engagingly.