"An' why sudn' I call 'im? 'E's a right to thot naame, annyhow. Yo' caann't taake thot awaay from 'im."
"I dawn' want t' taake it away from 'im. But I wish yo' 'adn'. I wish you 'adn', Essy."
"Why 'alf t' lads in t' village is called Jimmy. Yo're called Jimmy yourself, coom t' thot."
He considered it. "Well—it's nat as ef they didn' knaw—all of 'em."
"Oh—they knaws!"
"D'yo' mind them, Essy? They dawn't maake yo' feel baad about it, do they?"
She shook her head and smiled her dreamy smile.
He rose and looked down at her with his grieved, resentful eyes.
"Yo' moosn' suppawse I dawn feel baad, Essy. I've laaid awaake manny a night, thinkin' what I've doon t'yo'."
"What 'ave yo' doon, Jimmy? Yo' maade mae 'appy fer sex moonths.
An' there's t' baaby. I didn' want 'im before 'e coom—seemed like I'd
'ave t' 'ave 'im stead o' yo'. But yo' can goa right awaay, Jimmy, an'
I sudn' keer ef I navver saw yo' again, so long's I 'ad 'im."