"Be this my dinner, Annie?"
"Iss, for sure."
"Thees?"
HOT BAKE
"What d'yu think then?"
"Thees! Wer's yer baked spuds?"
"Do' ee gude to hae a change. Ther's some cold taties to the larder if you likes to get 'em."
"Thees! Why, I wish thees yer conger hadn't never been catched!"
"G'out!—Now then, you childern...."
Tony picked over the fish, going Tsch! for every bone his fingers came across.