"Ha the dickens could aw bring onny when aw tell thi aw couldn't find
th' shop!"

"A child o' four year old could goa a eearand better nor thee! If awd
sent Jerrymier he'd ha browt em an they'd ha been cook't an etten befoor
nah."

"Well, it isn't too lat to send Jerrymier yet. But aw tell thi Mistress
Whitin says ther isn't sich a shop, an they nivver had a mussel i' ther
haase sin they wor born nor for years befoor that!"

"Ov course shoo'd say soa! That shows th' depth on her. Shoo wants to
have th' best o' ivverything for hersen. But aw'll goa an see if shoo'll
tell sich a tale to me. Her's isn't th' only milk shop i' Bradforth, an
aw'll nivver buy another drop on her as long as aw live. An if shoo
doesn't mind what shoo's dooin aw'll put th' inspector onto her, for its
moor watter nor milk at aw've been gettin thear for a long time."

Mally threw a shawl ovver her heead an tuk th' basket, an called for
Jerrymier, so as he could carry it for her, an away they went.

Mistress Whitin wor sittin just as Sammywell had left her, an wor runnin
ovver in her mind th' names ov all th' fowk she knew at kept fish shops.
When Mally stept in shoo didn't nooatice at shoo wor varry excited soa
shoo sed,

"Come in, Mally;--awm just studyin abaat what yo're Grimes wor axin me
two-or-three minnits sin."

"It needs noa studyin abaat. Yo know what he axt yo weel enuff, but yo