Yorksher Puddin' - A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the - Pen of John Hartley by John Hartley
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"Nay, Jim, tha munnot say soa--tha knows we can nooan on us help bein
poorly sometimes, but when spring comes tha'll pick up thi crumbs agean, an' things 'll be different." "That's true, lass,--aw feel that's true--things _will_ be different when spring comes, an' afoor it comes, aw'm feeard. Has ta iver been i' bed to-neet?" "Nay, aw couldn't come to bed, 'coss th' child wor cross, but aw've slept a bit i' th' cheer: dooant thee bother, aw'l look after mi sen. Will ta have a sup o' this teah?" "Whisht!" he said, "that's awr Susy callin, aw'm sure it is! Oppen th' door!" She flew to oppen th' door, and the storm rushed in with fury; the snow had begun to fall thickly: she strained her eyes and called, "Susy! Susy!" but she heard no response: yet her heart misgave her, for the thoughts of her darlings being exposed to such a storm made her shudder; but necessity knows no law, and on the slender earnings of these two children depended the subsistence of herself and husband. "Aw think tha wor mistakken, Jim: aw con see nowt," she said, as she returned and closed the door. "Well, happen aw wor; but it's a sorry mornin to turn aght two little lambs like them. Bessy," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "aw know aw'm i'th' gate,--aw con do nowt but lig i' bed, an' aw know 'at thee an' th' childer have to goa short mony a time for what aw get, but it willn't be for long. Dooant rooar! tha knows it's summat 'at we've |
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