"'Th' road's been gey rocky an' we've made many mistakes.'
"'Aye,' I said, 'we've barged (scolded) a lot, Anna, but we didn't mane it.'
"'No,' says she, 'our crock ov love was niver dhrained.'
"I brot a candle in an' stuck it in th' sconce so 's I cud see 'er face."
"'We might haave done betther,' says she, 'but sich a wee house, so many childther an' so little money.'
"'We war i' hard up,' says I.
"'We wor niver hard up in love, wor we?'
"'No, Anna,' says I, 'but love dizn't boil th' kittle.'
"'Wud ye rather haave a boilin' kittle than love if ye had t' choose?'
"'Och, no, not at all, ye know rightly I wudn't.'