Tho. Som'at to eight, boy! Be mo Mattie hungry—dun yo think?
Bill. Many and many's the time, daddy.
Tho. Yigh—afore her dinner!
Bill. And after it too, daddy.
Tho. O Lord!—And what does hoo do when hoo 's hungry?
Bill. Grins and bears it. Come and see her, daddy?
Tho. O Lord! Mo Mattie, an' nothin' to eight! Goo on, boy. Aw'm beawn to follow yo. Tak mo wheer yo like. Aw'll goo.
Bill. Come along then, daddy.
James (collaring him). Hullo, young un! You're the rascal as stole the suvering: I saw you!
Bill. Dunno what you're up to. I never stole nothink.