When aw wor a lass it wor thowt to be quite enuff if one wor plainly an
respectably donned, an if they had onny pride, it wor to know at ther
underclooas wor cleean an sweet an fit to be seen, but nah it's all top
finery an fluff they think abaat; but if they'd darn ther stockins an
wesh ther shifts a bit ofter, asteead o' wantin to spooart new gaons an
hats ivvery few days it ud seem em better. At onnyrate, them's my
sentiments."

"Why, Mally lass, what's set thi off agean? Has somdy been sayin at tha
doesn't darn thi stockins an keep thi clooas cleean?"

"Noa ther hasn't, an tha knows nubdy could ivver say such a thing abaat
me. It's awr Hepsabah at's started me, if tha wants to know!"

"What's shoo been up to agean? Sewerly tha's moor sense not to tak
nooatice o' owt shoo says."

"Aw connot help bein worritted when shoo's put abaght, an shoo's full o'
trubble,--an aw connot say at aw wonder at it."

"Why if th' lass is full o' trubble shoo's to be sympathised wi. Has her
husband come hooam druffen or what?"

"Tha knows better nor that! Her husband has summat else to do wi his
brass nor to teem it daan his throit. He's net like some fowk as aw
could mention. But tha knows they've hard to scrat to pay ther way an
keep up his club, an awr Hepsabah has a gooid deeal o' pride, an yond
hat o' hers is hardly fit to be seen in at warty, nivver name Sundy, an
shoo connot affoord another, an th' poor child's ommost heartbrokken."