“An’ a very good sort, too,” quoth Jack.
Anyhow a great change had undoubtedly come over the man, and none of us was surprised when he broached to my father and mother his schemes for establishing himself in life.
“It’s about time, Mrs. Bamforth, aw settled dahn. Aw’ve had mi fling an’ sown mi wild oats, an’ nah it’s time aw turned mi hand to a reg’lar job.”
“Yo’ should get wed,” said my mother, very promptly.
“Would yo’ reilly advise me so, maam?” asked Jack.
“Indeed aw should an’ th’ sooner the better.”
“Aw dunnot see as how I can afford.”
“Oh, fiddlesticks, what ’ll keep one ’ll keep two, an’ God never sends mouths but he sends meat.”
“That’s cheering anyhow. But don’t yo’ think awm too old, Mrs. Bamforth?”
“An’ what age may yo’ be, if aw may make so bold?”