Tummas: When be we a-goin to do it?
Rause: What dost mean?
Tummas: Up to church.
Rause: Thee axe Bob vust—he’ll mash thee.
Tummas: I’ll warm his jacket ef he puts a vinger on ee. Let’s go up to paason.
Rause: Get on with thee.
Geoffrey heard a sound of struggling and two or three resonant kisses.
Tummas: Wooll ee come?
Rause: Go on whoam with thee.
Tummas: Danged ef I’ll stand it! I wunt axe thee no more! Look ee here!