"Why, then what's to be done? Ther's nowt to cook for thi drinkin!"

"Drinkin! What's that to do wi it? Tha sewerly didn't think o' cookin--"

"Aw thowt when tha fan aght th' mistak tha'd ha sent it back."

"Mistak! What are ta drivin at? What wi th' bull pup an thee yu'll send
me wrang i' mi heead!"

"Why, didn't ta know at tha'd taen th' wrang parcel? Tha tuk th' leg o'
lamb at th' butcher's lad had just browt, an left th' poor dog on th'
table!"

"Th' deuce aw did? What's ta done wi it?"

"Aw gave a man sixpence to tak it away. But whear's th' leg o' lamb?"

"Hold on a minnit! It's nooan far off."

An withaat another word he started off, an as luck let, it wor just
whear he dropt it. He oppened th' parcel to mak sewer it wor all reight,
an then he set off back.

"Well, if onnybody had tell'd me at aw wor sich a fooil as net to be
able to tell th' difference between a leg o' lamb an a bull pup aw
wodn't ha believed em;--but th' best on us are fooils sometimes."

"Here it is, Angelina,--cut off a steak or two an let's have summat to
get th' taste o' that bull pup aght o' mi maath! Awm sooary at tha's