"Then aw suppooas if awd sed aw wor baan to buy yo' a new bonnet wi'
Uriah Lodge's five bob, it 'ud hey been awl reet?"

"Circumstances alters cases as th' sayin' says," Sarah went on, "but yo'
wor baan to spend it i' baccy, an' aw shall still stick to what aw sed
this morn, 'at bettin's reeal wicked; but coom on, for aw feel as if th'
spasms wor comin' on mi agean, awm awl ov a tremmel, an' tawkin maks mi
war."

So we went daan to th' Albion, an' then hooam.

We wor just gooin to bed that neet, when Missis Robertshaw coom in, to
ax Sarah to lend her a rubbin bottle.

"Is somdy hurt?" Sarah ax'd.

"It's Martin," shoo sed, "he wor gooin daan to Shibden this afternooin,
to visit one ov his Sundy skollards 'ats badly; an' he happened bi ill
luck to coom on a reg'lar lot o' idle young fellers at wor laikin at
pitch an' toss. Martin connot bide wickedness o' noa sooart, soa he
stopt to tell 'em hah sinful gamblin' wor, 'specially on a Sundy, an'
hah mich better for 'em it 'ud be, if they'd put ther hard-addled brass
into th' Savins Bank, but asteead o' takkin his gooid advice, they set
on him an' beat him black an blue, an' robbed him o' three bob 'at he
had in his pockit, 'at had been subscribed for th' missionarys at th'
Sundy skooil."

"Is he mich war?" aw axed.