‘What's them, gronny?’
‘Nay, lad! A connot tell thee reet—but it's summat abaat us as we carry wi' us—summat, thaa knows, that never dees.’
‘And why do they put it in a hoile, gronny? Is it to mak' it better?’
‘Nay, lad; they put it i' th' hoile because it's noan good.’
‘Then it's summat like mi dad when I'm naughty, an' he says he'll put me i' th' cellar hoile.’
‘But he never does—does he, lad?’ asked the grandmother anxiously.
‘Nowe, gronny. He nobbud sez he will.’ And then, after a pause, he continued, ‘But, gronny, if God sez He'll put 'em in He'll do as He sez—willn't He?’
‘Yi, lad; He will, forsure.’
‘An' haa long does He keep 'em in when He gets 'em theer? Till to-morn t'neet?’