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Aw 've to go to th' Hollins to-neet, yet. 'Why, arto takin' thame summat? 'Aye; some mak of a new fangle't machine, for weshin' shirts an' things. 'Nay, sure! said Betty. 'A'll tell tho what, Robert; they 're goin' on at a great rate up at tat shop." 'Aye, aye, said Robin.
'Ey, lass, replied he, his manhood swept by emotion, 'o' sich is the kingdom o' heaven. And a gleam of firelight fell on the darkening wall, and lit up an old text which hung there, and they both read, 'Children are a heritage from God. 'An' arto baan to keep it a secret, lass? asked Matt, when once the spell of silence was broken.
Literally a fight in the open field, i.e. a regular pitched battle, which with its compact masses would be less favorable to the large swords of the Britons, than a battle on ground uncleared of thickets and forests. Al. in arto. Miscere, ferire, etc. A series of inf. denoting a rapid succession of events, cf. note, 5: noscere nosci; G. 30: praeponere. Equitum turmae, sc. Britannorum.
"And it certainly was a close clip. We could see to the roots of the little fellow's hair all over his round, hard head. "Come," said the mother, "yo two are makin' a nice floor for mo. Thae'll do, mon; arto beawn to lother o' th' bit o' swoap away that one has to wash wi'; gi's howd on't this minute, an' go thi ways an' dry thisel', thae little pouse, thae."
The minister had not searched long before he was startled by a cry a faint and childish cry: 'Arto Jenny Greenteeth? 'No, my boy; I'm Mr. Penrose. 'It's noan th' parson aw want; aw want th' fairy. And then the chilled and startled boy was carried down to the men below.
Most of them knew him, dark though it was, and greeting him, guessed the errand on which he raced. Once or twice he collided with those who were slow to get out of his path, and almost overturned old Amos Entwistle into the goit as he pushed past him on the bank that afforded the nearest cut to the village. 'Naa, lad, who arto pushin' agen, and where arto baan i' that hurry?
"And what, if you please," further inquired the great Hebrew, "were those highly flavored arto laganos and the escarites which the Epicureans are said to have relished so highly that they could devour them even after the operation had become distressing?"
Who else should it be, thinksto? 'Nay, I knew it were noabry but thee; but one mun say summat, thaa knows. What arto doin' at th' winder? Has th' hens getten in th' garden agen? 'Nowe, not as aw con see. 'Then what arto lookin' at? 'I'm nobbud lookin' aat a bit. It's a bonny seet and o', I can tell thee. 'Thaa's sin' it mony a time afore, lad, hesn't ta? Is there aught fresh abaat it?
"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?"
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