‘Mebbe, bud Ah’s leathered ti knaw what ho’ds ’t up.’
‘Whya, Ah s’u’d think ’at ther’s mebbe a chap insahd ho’ding it up wiv a powl’ (pole).
‘Aye, mebbe seea; Ah nivver thowt o’ that. What’s that thing; is ’t a bee-skep?’
‘It leeaks despert leyke yan.’
‘It’s a varra gert un. Mah wo’d, what a swarm it wad ho’d.’
‘Sitha, mun! if tha ar’n’t tying t’ bee-skep ti t’ b’loon; an’ ther’s a lass gitting insahd.’
‘Ther is, hooivver. Ah nivver seed sike a thing i’ mah leyfe; it waggles aboot sairly.’
‘Leeaks, ta! Ther’s a chap gitting in noo; depend on ’t, tha’re foor off.’
‘Tha’re larl better ’an tweea feeals. Ah wadn’t leeave t’ grund tied tiv a thing leyke that; neea, nut foor a ransom.’
‘Whativver are tha efter noo?’