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"What arto doin' up here, Malachi?" hoo sez. "I've nobbud come up to see thi faither abaat some flaars," aw stuttered. "He'll noan be up for an hour or two yet," hoo said. "He's gone to Rehoboth. Is it a flaar as aw con get for thee?" "Yi!" aw sez, "yo' con get me th' flaar aw want." "Which is it?" said hoo. "Is it one o' those lilies mi faither geet fro' th' hall?"
"Nowe," aw said; "it didn't come fro' th' hall; it awlus grow'd here." "Well, if thaa'll tell me which it is, thaa shall hev it; where abaats is it?" 'Mr. Penrose, did yo' ever try an' shap' your mouth to tell a lass as yo' luved hir? Mr. Penrose remained silent. 'Well, if ever yo' did, then yo' know haa aw felt when hoo axed me where th' flaar were as aw wanted.
'Well, it's this, continued his informant: "Such lilies th' angels gather for th' garden of God." They'll never write that o'er me, Mr. Penrose. I'm nobbud a withered stalk. Hoo were eight I'm eighty. But for all that I should like a flaar on mi grave, and Joseph says I shall hev one.
Aw couldn't for shame to tell her. Then hoo turned on me an' said: "If thaa'll tell me where the flaar is I'll give it thee, but don't stand grinnin' theer." 'Then aw plucked up like. Aw said: "Aw think thaa knows where th' flaar is, Betty. An' as thaa said I mun hev it, I'll tak' it." And I gave her a kuss on th' cheek 'at were nearest to me.
Have yo' seen yon rose-tree that grows under the winder that tree that is welly full durin' th' season? The minister nodded. 'Well, when aw fetched her fro' her faither, hoo said aw mun tak a flaar an' o', as aw coomd for one on th' neet as aw geet her.
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