“Just comin’. What a job! Look here—twelve pages. I be surprised myself to think how blamed well I’ve got through wi’ it. You doan’t knaw what you can do till you try. I used to wonder at Clem’s cleverness wi’ a pen; but I be purty near so handy myself an’ never guessed it!”
“I’m sure you’ve made a braave job of it. I’ll read it fust thing to-morrow.”
“You shall hear it now.”
“Not now, Will; ’t is so late an’ I’m three paarts asleep. Come to bed, dearie.”
“Oh—if you doan’t care—if it’s nought to you that I’ve sit up all night slavin’ for our gude—”
“Then I’ll hear it now. Coourse I knaw ’t is fine readin’. Awnly I thought you’d be weary.”
“Sit here an’ put your toes to the heat.”
He set Phoebe in the chimney corner, wrapped his coat round her, and threw more turf on the fire.
“Now you’m vitty; an’ if theer’s anything left out, tell me.”
“I lay, wi’ your memory, you’ve forgot little enough.”