"Couldn't ta tell' em to get that stew aght o' th' oven?"
"Aw know nowt abaat th' stew."
"Hasn't ta stirred it up an' put some moor watter in as aw tell'd thi?"
"Aw nivver heeard thi say nowt abaat it."
"A'a tha art a lumpheead if ivver ther' wor one i' this world! Why, it'll be burnt as dry as a chip! Aw mun be off! Gooid mornin', lass, an' see' at tha taks care o' thisen whativver comes o' other fowk, an' when aw've a bit moor time aw'l slip up to comfort thee a bit agean. Tha's noa need to come for ony dinner, Isaac, for ther'll be nooan for thi."
"All reight lass, aw'm nooan langin', for aw gate that bit o' pie 'at wor i'th' cubbord."
"An' tha'd ha' etten th' cubbord too, if it had been pie! Come stir thi!"
Chapter II.
A few wicks passed by, an' Angelina couldn't find aght what became ov her son-i'-law's five shillin's, an' tho' shoo kept een an' ears wide oppen to catch a whisper agean him, shoo saw, nor heeard newt. But her mind wor ill at ease, for shoo'd managed to convince hersen 'at ther wor summat nooan reight, an' becoss shoo couldn't find owt shoo put it daan to his decait, an' shoo generally finished up wi' sayin' 'at her dowter wor a fooil an' Bob wor a deep 'en. At last th' mystery had to be unveiled an' her mind set at rest.
One neet a little lass knock'd at th' door, an' sed 'at Emma had sent her to tell her an' Isaac to go a to see her as sooin as ivver they could.