"Hallo, Dad! How be 'ee? Eh? How's everybody? Lord, I'm hungry. Look what I got for 'ee. An't forgot nobody this time, though 'tisn't everybody as remembers me. Look, Dad!"
"What is it?" asked Tony, looking blankly, as if he could hardly realise so much clatter.
"Lookse, Dad! What do 'ee think o'it?"
A box was torn open. From it came a couple of glass ornaments, and various sorts of 'coloured rock' and sticky toffee for the children.
BACK FROM SERVICE
It was Tony's eldest daughter, Jenny, come home from service. She walked round the room picking up things to examine, things to eat, things that she claimed were hers, and things that she desired given her. She talked without, so far as I could see, any connection between the sentences. Mouthfuls of food reduced her babbling shriek to a burr-burr.
"Be 'ee glad to see your daughter, Dad?"
"Iss...." said Tony, looking at her very fondly, but still puzzled.
"Don't believe yu be. Why didn't 'ee write then if yu loves me so?"
"Thic's Mam 'Idger's job."