“Why yees, oie ’spect oie ha’. Moother has ten on ’em. Oie be the oldest on’em. Oi’ve had nursing enoof, an’ wants to get quit on it.”
“I am afraid, Sarah, you will not suit me.”
“How dew yah noa, Marm, till yah tries?”
“You are very slatternly, and I wanted a clean, tidy, active girl to nurse my baby.”
“Sure moi cloes is clane enoof, and good enoof, for to live amongst the sadvidges?”
“You’ll be put to no such trial,” said Flora laughing, in spite of herself, “without you reckon me and my husband sadvadges. Can you wash and iron?”
“Noa. But ’spose oie cud larn.”
“What work can you do?”
“‘Spect anything yah sets oie to. Oie can make doomplings, milk cows, and keep the pot a bilin’.”
“And what wages do you expect for such services?”