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Updated: June 11, 2025
An' dun yo' remember, Betty, haa th' young gaffer laffed at me, an' said as aw could noan play wi' th' likes o' yo'? 'Yi, aw remember, Malachi; but ged on wi' yor tale. Mr. Penrose here is fair plagued. 'Indeed, I'm not. Go on, Malachi. Take your own time, and tell your story in your own fashion. 'Aw will, Mr. Penrose, if hoo'll nobbud let me.
I'm noan come wom' to be kissed nor forgiven. I've nobbud come wom' to dee. 'What saysto, lass? exclaimed Mrs. Stott. 'Come wom' to dee? Nay, thaa's bin deead long enugh a'ready; it's time thaa begun to live, and thank God thaa's come back to live at wom'. The girl shook her head, a stony stare in her eye, her mouth drawn into a hard and immobile line.
There's some felleys that no woman can shap', and Amos is one o' em. 'Aw towd him, faither, that yo' know'd yo' were wed, and yo'd nobbud been agate seventeen year. 'An' what did he say to that, Milly? asked her mother. 'Why, he towd me aw know'd too mich. And at this both Abraham and his wife joined in hearty laughter. 'When does Penrose bring his wife to Rehoboth, missis? 'Saturday neet.
'Theyer, Enoch, thaa sees what thi tootling on th' owd flute's done for thee, said the old woman, in her surprise and chagrin. 'Thaa cornd be too careful haa thaa talks. Thaa sees trees hes yers as weel as stoan walls. 'Ne'er mind, Mr. Penrose; I were nobbud hevin' her on a bit.
And then, in cold tones, she continued: 'Nay, mother; I've hed enugh o' life. I tell thee I've come wom' to dee. 'Amanda, sobbed the mother, 'if thaa taks on like that thaa'll kill me. Thaa's welly done for me a'ready, but I con live naa thaa's come back, if thaa'll nobbud live an' o', and live wi' me. Sit thee daan. It's thi cheer, Amanda; awlus wor, and awlus will be. Sit thee daan.
It's nobbud natural as hoo should want to lie daan and dee where all her folk has deed afore her. 'Nay, lad, I'm noan hard. Hoo'll go where we go, and we's be doin' aar duty both to her and th' child here by workin' for 'em, instead of frettin' and sobbin' as though all wor o'er. 'Happen so; but thaa's more hope nor I hev. I durnd think th' sun will ever shine again for us, lass.
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