"Well, awr Alick's as gooid as yor Harriet Ann!"
"Noa daat we're one as gooid as t'other, an as we're satisfied aw think yo owt to be, an' here's yor varry gooid health," sed Alick, seizin hold oth teah-pot to sup.
"Put that daan! Tha doesn't want onny teah!" sed Nanny.
"It's geoid teah is this; aw've monny a time ta'en a gooid swig aght o' that teah-pot before to-day."
"O, soa that's where thi fayther's physic go as is it. Tha's allus been a bad lad Alick, an' awve had to put up wi' thee, but dooant say owt abaat th' teah-pot to thi fayther."
"It's ommost time mi fayther wor here, isn't it?"
"Well, aw dooant know ha yo can fashion to luk him ith face when he does come, but it's done nah, so we shall have to mak th' best on it, but awst niver forgie Harriet Ann for deceivin' me. Here's thi fayther! Nah for it! Aw wish aw wor a thaasand mile away throo here this minit."
"Hallo! Are yo havin' a teah-drinkin'. What's to do, Jenny?"
"Nay, yo mun ax yor Nanny."
"What's up, Nanny lass?"