‘Longer lad.’
‘Till Kesmas?’
‘Yi, lad.’
‘Longer nor Kesmas?’
‘Yi, lad. But ne'er heed. Here's summat to eat. Sithee, I baked thee a pasty.’
‘I noan want th' pasty, gronny. I want to yer abaat th' hoile. Haa long does God keep bad fo'k in it?’
‘Ey, lad. I wish thaa'd hooisht! What doesto want botherin' thi little yed wi' such like talk?’
‘Haa long does He keep 'em i' th' hoile?’ persistently asked the boy.
‘Well, if thaa mun know, He keeps 'em in for ever.’