‘An' haa long's that, gronny? Is it as long as thee?’
‘As long as me, lad! Whatever doesto mean?’
‘I mean is forever as long as thaa'rt owd? Haa owd arto, gronny?’
‘I'm sixty-five, lad.’
‘Well, does He keep 'em i' the hoile sixty-five years?’
‘Yi, lad. He does, forsure. But thi faither never puts thee i' th' cellar hoile when thaa's naughty, does he?’
‘Nowe. I tell thee he nobbud sez he will,’
‘By Guy, lad! If ever he puts thee i' th' cellar hoile—whether thaa'rt naughty or not—thaa mun tell me, and I'll lug his yed for him.’ And the old woman became indignant in her mien.
‘But if God puts fo'k i' th' hoile, why shuldn't mi faither put me i' th' hoile? It's reet to do as God does—isn't it, gronny?’