"Well, well, Sam, but what security can you give me if I lend you the money?"
"Aw just thowt yo'd ax mi that," responded Sam, "an aw've been thinkin' abeawt it, an' aw'll tell yo what aw'll do, maister Handley, if yo'll lend mi th' bit o' brass, thae shall ha' thi name painted up o' th' cart."
To fully realise the ludicrous nature of Owd Sam's proposal, it should be noted that Mr Handley was a smart, dapper, well-dressed personage, a man of substance withal, who knew his importance as the landlord of the "Derby," the chief hotel in the town.
A tramp between Bolton and Bury accosted an old stonebreaker by the road side, and asked him how far it was to the latter place.
"There's a milestone down theer, thae con look for thi' sel'," was the reply.
"But aw connot read," pleaded the interrogator.
"Well, then, that milestone 'll just suit thee, owd lad. It has nought on it. Th' reading 's gettin' o' wesht off. Go look for thi' sel'. If thae connot read, that milestone 'll just suit thee."