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There's olez summat to keep one's spirits up, as Ab o' Slender's said when he broke his leg. But as soon as Isaac see'd th' weshin'-machine, he brast eawt a-laughin', an' he sed: 'Hello! Why, this is th' church organ! Who's brought it? 'Robin o' Sceawter's. 'It's just like him. Where's th' maunderin' foo gone to? 'He's off whoam. 'Well, said Isaac, 'let it stop where it is.
Robin, th' carrier, is his owdest lad; an' he fawurs a chap at's bin brought up o' yirth-bobs an' scaplins. Well, it seems that Robin brought this box-organ up fro th' town in his cart o'th Friday neet; an' as luck would have it, he had to bring a new weshin'-machine at th' same time, for owd Isaac Buckley, at th' Hollins Farm.
There'll be somebody after this i'th mornin'. An' they had some rare fun th' next day, afore they geet these things swapt to their gradely places. However, th' last thing o' Saturday neet th' weshin'-machine wur brought up fro th' clerk's, an' th' organ wur takken to th' chapel." "Well, well," said th' owd woman; "they geet 'em reet at the end of o', then?"
But I dunnot know; for he's sich a bowster-yed, mon, that aw'll be sunken if aw think he knows th' difference between a weshin'-machine an' a church organ, when he's at th' sharpest. But let that leet as it will. What dun yo think but th' blunderin' foo, at after o' that had bin said to him, went and 'liver't th' weshin'-machine at th' church, an' th' organ at th' Hollins Farm."
Mary's th' owd'st daughter, yo known. 'Here they are; an' hoo potter't an' rooted abeawt, tryin' these keys; till hoo fund one that fitted at th' side, an' hoo twirled it round an' round till hoo'd wund it up; an' then, yo may guess how capt they wur, when it started a-playin' a tune. 'Hello? said Robin. 'A psaum-tune, bith mass! A psaum-tune eawt ov a weshin'-machine!
We'n noise enough i' this hole beawt yon startin' or skrikin'. Thae'll ha' th' house full o' fiddlers an' doancers in a bit. 'Well, well, said Isaac, 'aw never yerd sich a tale i' my life! Yo'n bother't me a good while about a piano; but if we'n getten a weshin'-machine that plays church music, we're set up, wi' a rattle!
He gav a ran-tan at th' back dur, wi' his whip-hondle; and when th' little lass coom with a candle, he said, 'Aw've getten a weshin'-machine for yo. As soon as th' little lass yerd that, hoo darted off, tellin' o' th' house that th' new weshin'-machine wur come'd. Well, yo known, they'n five daughters; an' very cliver, honsome, tidy lasses they are, too, as what owd Betty says.
Th' little lass clapped her hands, an' said, 'Eh, isn't it a beauty! But th' owd'st daughter looked hard at it, an' hoo said, 'Well, this is th' strangest weshin'-machine that I ever saw! 'Fetch a bucket o' water, said another, 'an' let's try it! But they couldn't get it oppen, whatever they did; till, at last, they fund some keys, lapt in a piece of breawn papper. 'Here they are, said Mary.
'Betty, said Robin, wipin' his face wi' his sleeve, 'it's bin dry weather latly. So th' owd lass took th' hint, an' fetched 'em a quart o' ale. While they stood i'th middle o'th floor suppin' their ale, Betty took th' candle an' went a-lookin' at this organ; and hoo couldn't tell whatever to make on it.... Did'n yo ever see a weshin'-machine, Nanny?" "Never i' my life," said Nanny.
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