a dozen year), an iver sin her felly deed, shoo'd sell'd small drink
o'th sly (they dooant think its wrang up i' them pairts), an ther wor at
said it wor nooan of a bad sooart, tho shoo used to booast at ther wor
niver a chap gate druffen i' her haas, tho ther'd been one or two
brussen. Like monny a widdy beside, at's getten a bit o' brass
together, shoo wor pestered wi' chaps at wanted to hing ther hats up, an
put ther feet o' th' hearthstooan, an' call thersen th' maister o' what
they'd niver helped to haddle. But shoo wornt a waik-minded en, wornt
Molly:--an shoo tell'd em all at th' chap at gate her ud have to have a
willin' hand as well as a warm heart, for shoo'd enuff to do to keep
hersen, withaat workin' her fingers to th' booan for a lump o' lumber
ith' nook.

Soa one after another they all left off botherin' her except one, an
that wor Jim o' long Joan's, throo Wadsworth, an he seemed detarmined to
get her to change her mind if he could. As sooin as iver shoo oppened
th' shuts in a mornin', he used to laumer in an' call for a quart (that
cost him three-awpence, an used to fit him varry weel woll nooin).
Well, things nother seemed to get farther nor nearer, for a long time,
but one day summat happened at made a change ith' matter. It wor just
abaght th' time at th' new police wor put on, an Slinger wor made into
one. Nah Slinger thowt he ought to be made into a sargent, an he said
"he wor determined to extinguish hissen i' sich a way woll they couldn't
be off promotionin' him, an if they didn't he'd nobscond." Soa th'
furst thing he did wor to goa an ligg information agen owd Molly sellin'
ale baght license. Th' excise chaps sooin had him an two or three moor
off to cop th' owd lass ith' act, for they said, "unless they could see
it thersen they could mak nowt aght." It wor a varry nice day, an' off
they set o' ther eearand.