‘Well, aw'd ha' donned a bonnet on a Sunday.’
‘Yi; so would I. An' a married woman an' o'—aw think hoo might be daycent.’
‘Aw'll tell thee what, Mary Ann—there's a deal o' mak' up i' that yure (hair), or aw'm mista'en.’
‘Yo're reet, lass; there is, an' no mistak'.’
‘Can hoo play th' pianer, thinksto?’
‘Can hoo dust one?’
‘Nowe, aw'll warnd hoo cornd.’
‘Hoo thinks hersel' aboon porritch, does yon lot.’
‘Dun yo' think hoo can mak' porritch?’ sneered Amos to the woman who passed the unkindly remark.
‘Nowe, Amos, aw durnd. Yon lass'll cost Penrose some brass. Yo'll see if hoo doesnd.’