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I could ha' liked to ha' kept little Billy, but Him aboon knows best: thaa's bin a good lad to me, Jimmy. Tears began to stream from the eyes of Jimmy's wife; and stooping down, she lifted her sleeping baby from its cradle, and hugged it to her breast. The story of little Billy had, for the moment, softened the heart of this practical and common-sense woman. 'That's reet, lass.
"Why, thaa looked a'most queer enough to mak' a besom-shank laugh; thaa's made my soides ache." "Well, it 'll do thee gooid; thaa wants a bit of a change, for thaa's had heartache lang enough," responded her husband. Sally resumed her work, but said nothing; her only response was a deep-drawn sigh.
'Well! yo' and Jim may do as yo' like but I'm noan baan to turn aat o' th' owd Fold till I'm ta'en aat feet fermost. 'Nay, gronny don't tak' on so. Yo' cornd ston' agen law as haa it be; a writ is a writ, and if yo' hevn't got brass it's no use feightin'. 'A, lass! I'm feared thaa's reet naa-a-days them as has most gets most, and their own way i' th' bargain.
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?
The old man, still looking at him, and keen enough to notice the struggle he had to master his feelings, went on to say, "Thaa's poorly, my lad, thaa mun goa to th' doctor, and see if he canna gie thee some'at." "No earthly doctor can do onything for me," answered Abe; "it's th' Physician of souls that I want.
'Well, lad, thaa's no need to be either unnatural nor blasphemous o'er th' job. What He wills, He wills, thaa knows; and if thaa willn't bend, thaa mun break. 'But I'll do noather, mother. Miriam's noan baan to dee yet, I con tell yo'. Just then Dr.
'Come, Amos, thaa's goin' a bit too fur, interrupted Abraham Lord. 'If yo're baan to insult th' parson, yo've no need to insult them as is up aboon "ministerin' sperits," as th' apostle cos em. 'We know thaa'rt no angel, Amos, baat thi tellin' us, said Malachi o' th' Mount. 'I durnd know as I want to be one afore mi time, Malachi: an' I'm noan baan to do as they do till I ged amang 'em.
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.
Penrose, but when I set mi feet on th' floor, I couldn't ston'. "I've lost my legs, missis," I cried. "Nay, lad, thank God, thaa's getten thi legs yet; it's thi brass thaa's lost!" I shall never forgeet those days. Then came th' sale, and th' flittin', an' all th' black looks. Yo' know yor friends when th' brass goes, Mr. Penrose. Poverty's a rare hond for pikin' aat hypocrites.
Thaa wor mine afore th' devil geet howd on thee, and thaa's bin mine all th' time he's bed thee, and now he's done wi' thee, I mean to keep thee all to mysel. And afresh the mother bathed the still beautiful face of Amanda with her tears. But Amanda was firm.
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