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But Hubert'ull do nowt he can help. Yo can hardly get him to tak' t' peaets i' ter Whinthorpe when t' peaet-cote's brastin wi' 'em. An as fer doin a job o' cartin fer t' neebors, t' horses may be eatin their heads off, Hubert woan't stir hissel'. 'Let 'em lead their aan muck for theirsels' that's what he'll say. Iver sen fadther deed it's bin janglin atwixt mother an Hubert.

"Really! That's delightful." "Na, na, od wite it! no story, ouer true for that, I sid it a wi my aan eyen. But the barn here, would not like, at these hours, just goin' to her bed, to hear tell of freets and boggarts." "Ghosts? The very thing of all others I should most likely to hear of." "Well, dear," said Mrs. Jenner, "if you are not afraid, sit ye down here, with us."

One window was filled with tricolor sashes carrying the phrase: "Long live our dear Belgium! May God preserve her!" On blank walls was this proclamation in parallel columns of French and Flemish: Ville De Courtrai Avis Important a la Population Courtraisienne Stad Kortrijk Belangrijk Bericht aan de Kortrijksche Bevolking I am about to make an appeal to your reason and your sentiments of humanity.

In that weather it was easy to do anything that did not require an active effort, and resignation was so natural with the mercury at ninety, that I aan not sure but there was something sinful in it. They had given up their cherished purpose of going to Albany by the day boat, which was represented to them in every impossible phase.

"When a mon's treated his aan mother that gate, it's weary wark undoin it. Aye, soa 'tis, Mr. Teddy soa 'tis!" And she raised her voice vindictively. Laura's lips curled. "Do you think he cares one rap? It was his duty to go and see his father so he went. And now he's all the more certain he's on the road to heaven because his father abused him, and his sister turned him out.

And when they were once more settled as audience, the mistress who was by this time fanning herself tempestuously with the Whinthorpe paper launched her last word: "Daffady thoo's naa call to lay doon t' law, on sic matters at aw. Mappen tha'll recolleck t' Bible headstrong as tha art i' thy aan conceit.

"Wat scheelt er aan, Tante?" He spoke the Taal with ease. The large Tante snorted: "What is the matter? Do you ask me what is the matter? As if a dokter oughtn't to tell me that! But the Engelsch are regular devils for asking questions. Since you must know, I have a mighty wallowing under my apron-band, and therewith a pain. How is it begun? It is begun since middageten yesterday.

I doan't believe as yo're a bit happy i' yor mind! Coom away! we'se luke after you we're your aan kith an kin!" Laura paused in Polly's arm. Then she turned her wild face the eyes half closed, the pale lips passionately smiling. "I'll come, Polly, when I'm dead or my heart's dead not before!" And, wrenching herself away, she ran down the path.

Aa've often thowt so, i' my aan preachin. Heaven an hell are verra well for t' foak as are ower good, or ower bad; bit t' moast o' foak are juist a mish-mash." He shook his head slowly, and then ventured a glance at Miss Fountain to see whether he had appeased her. Laura seemed to rouse herself with an effort from some thoughts of her own. "Daffady how the sun's shining! I'll go out.