shoo gave Grimes aw dooant know, but Jerrymier an his gronfather wor
laffin fit to split th' next mornin, at th' yard botham.




Bob Brierley's Bull Pup.


Bob Brierley had been wed three months. He wor a book-keeper an a varry
daycent chap for owt aw knaw to th' contrary. His wife wor a nice young
thing, an blest wi a gooid share o' common sense. It seems strange, but
yo'll find its generally th' case, at th' best lasses wed th' biggest
fooils. But this isn't allus soa, for aw wed one o'th best misen.

Hasumivver, Bob an his wife wor varry happy, at leeast they thowt soa,
but they had to have a taste o' trubble like th' rest o' fowk.

They'd noa childer, nor onny signs o' onny, but they had a bull pup. It
wor a gooid job i' one respect at they had this pup, for if they hadn't
aw should ha been short ov a subject to write abaat.

Whether it had etten summat at upset it stummack, or whether it grew
sick o' seein them fondlin an messin wi one another aw dooant know, but
ther's noa daat abaat it bein sick.

This didn't bother Bob varry mich;--men havn't sich tender feelins as
wimmin, but Angelina, (that wor wife's name, but her husband called her
Angel) wor i' sooar trubble. Shoo gave it castor oil, an
hippi-kick-yor-Anna, an coddled it up i' flannel, an cried ovver it, an