'Dawdles! Dawdles!' shoo screamed, an' gave him a dig i' th' ribs 'at made him jump agean.
'What's th' matter wi' thee?' he sed.
'Matter enuff! Didn't ta hear yond din? Ther's summat flaysome getten into th' haase.'
'Aw heeard noa din; it's thee 'at's been dreeamin.'
'Dreeamin! Aw've nooan been dreeamin! Ger up an' see what ther is to do! Thear's a boggard i' th' haase as sewer as aw'm here!'
'Ne'er heed it! goa to sleep an' it'll nooan mell on thee.'
'Sleep! Awst sleep nooan! Awst lig wakken o' purpose to listen. A'a! men havn't a spark o' feelin! Thear, he's snoarin agean.'
'B-o-o-o-o-o-o-h! B-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!'
'Dawdles! Dawdles! wakken, lad; do wakken! It's th' dule hissen an' nubdy else. A'a! whativver mun we do, an' ther hasn't one o' th' childer been to th' Sunday schooil for a fortnit! Do get up lad, do!'
'Aw tell thee aw shalln't get up as what it is; but aw hooap if he's comed for onybody 'at he'll tak thee furst, an' then aw can get a bit o' sleep.'