Yorksher Puddin' - A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the - Pen of John Hartley by John Hartley
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nowt to do wi; an' tha heeard what th' parson said, 'Ther's One aboon at
'll work all things together for gooid,' an' aw feel my time's commin' varry near; but aw'm nooan freetened like aw used to be; aw think it's gooin to be a change for th' better--an' He'll luk after thee an' th' little ens." "O! Jim! tha munnot talk abaght leavin us yet; tha'll be better in a bit." "Niver i' this world, Bessy! Come, put thi heead o' th' pillow here beside me, aw think aw want to rest." She placed the little babe upon the coverlet, laid her head upon the pillow, and worn out with watching, she wept herself asleep. The church clock had chimed the half-hour before Tom and his little sister landed at the mill yard, and it was closed. The storm was still raging, but to his repeated entreaties for admission the same answer was returned, "Tha'rt too lat! tha connot come in afoor th' braikfast." Experience had taught him how vain his endeavours would be to obtain admission; and had it been himself alone that was shut out, he would have gone quietly away and spent the time as best he might; but he felt emboldened by the responsibility that was upon him on his sister's account, and he redoubled his efforts, but the timekeeper was inexorable:--"My orders iz, az nubdy mun come in after a quarter past, an' if tha doesn't goa away aw'l warm thi Jacket for thi; tha should ha come i' time same as other fowk." Poor Tom! there had still lingered some little faith in the goodness of human nature in his breast, but as he turned away, the last spark died out. To attempt to go home he knew would be useless, and therefore he sought as the only alternative, some |
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