Not only has Mr Booth observed accurately and with the eye of an artist this corner of East Yorkshire scenery, but he has made himself complete master of the vernacular.
"''Ev ye 'eard 'ow Mester Jenkison' mother' sister-in-law's gettin' on, Steg?'
"'Ay,' says Steg.
"''Ow is she then?'
"'She's deead.'
"'Nay! Is she an' all? Poor owd woman!'
"'She is that!' says Steg, warming with a sense of triumph to the work, as though he had the credit of her demise. 'She deed ti morn at aif-past six.'
"'An' when's t' buryin'? Did y'ear?'
"'Ay, they telt me,' says Steg.