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Lord. 'Bud it's noan Amanda; it's happen her mother as is takken bad. Awl put o' mi things, and run up and see. Hurrying up the Pinner Brow, it was not long before Mrs. Lord reached the home of Amanda, and raising the latch, with the permission which rural friendship grants, she saw the daughter and mother together on the so long lonely hearth.
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.
"'I'm noan baan to work when t' clock has struck twelve, Throp said agean, 'nor let thee work, nowther. I'm a deacon at t' Independent Chapil, an' I'll noan let fowks say that they saw a leet i' wer kitchen, an' heerd thy wheel buzzin' of a Sunday morn. "When Throp's wife heerd that, shoo fell to roarin' agean, for shoo knew they'd noan be through wi' t' spinnin' while a quairter past twelve.
I wor i' bed when th' missis gav me th' letter, and I could tell by her face summat wor wrang. "What is it, lass?" I axed. "What a towd thee it would be," hoo said. "We are ruined." "Thaa never sez so!" I shaated. "It's paper as says so," hoo said, "noan me," and hoo handed me th' lawyer's letter. I tried to get aat o' bed, Mr.
"Yo mun mind th' jug," said one old woman; "it's cracked, an' it's noan o' mine." "Will ye bring me some?" said a little, light- haired lass, holding up her rosy neb to the soupmaster. "Aw want a ha'poth," said a lad with a three-quart can in his hand.
"Tha's goin' to ha' a sweetheart at last, my lass," was one of Janner's favorite witticisms, but Bess bore it with characteristic coolness. "I'm noan as big a foo' as I look," she would say, "an' I dunnot moind him no more nor if he wus a wench hissen'." Small as was the element of female society at Black Creek, this young woman was scarcely popular.
So I said: 'Does thou mean to tell me, Abe, that lads i' heaven do t' same sort o' wark that they've bin doin' all their lives on earth? "'Nay, says Abe, 'I'll noan go so far as to say just that. What I say is that they start i' heaven wheer they've left off on earth; but t' conditions is different. "'How's that? I axed.
As this story was told with all the dry humour of which Enoch possessed so large a share, both the old woman and Mr. Penrose crowned it with a hearty laugh, the minister turning to his hostess and saying: 'Now, Mrs. Ashworth, it's your turn. What about the Edge End "Messiah"? 'Mun I tell him, Enoch? 'Yi, owd lass; id 'll pleeas thee, and noan hurt me. 'Well, yo' mun know, Mr.
'Nay, lass; luv' noan drives folk mad. It's sin as does that. As Mr. Penrose towd 'em at Rehoboth t'other Sunday, it were luv' as saved th' world, and not wrath; and they say they are baan to bring him up at th' deacons' meeting abaat it. But he's reet. It's luv' as saves.
Dun yo' know, I never belonged to God then as I do naa, for all I were baptized and a communicant. It's queer, isn't it? 'Ey, lass; thaa'd better tell that to Mr. Penrose. I know naught abaat what yo're talkin' on. Bud it does seem, as thaa ses, quare that thaa belongs more to God naa nor thaa did when thaa went away. 'Nay, mother, it's noan exactly as yo' put it.
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