"Well, aw wish tha'd been at chapel yesterdy mornin."

"Wor ther summat extra like."

"Eah, ther wor summat extra; an summat at wod ha made thee oppen thi
e'en. Aw wor nivver so surprised i' mi life. Swindle an his wife wor
thear,--an tho' it isn't oft aw tak noatice o' fowk, aw couldn't help
dooin soa, an it wor a treeat to see em."

"Aw can believe thi weel enuff; ther's net monny wimmen as hansome as
Mistress Swindle."

"Awm not tawkin abaat Mistress Swindle; tha knows better nor that, awd
like to know what ther is hansome abaat her? Shoo's noa style abaat her.
Shoo's a gurt brussen thing! But Swindle is a gooid-lukkin chap, an awm
sewer onnybody could ha mistakken him for a real gentleman. He'd a grand
suit o' clooas on, as hansome as onny man need wear at his wife's
funeral, an noa sign o' muck under his fingernails, an he'd a silk top
hat on at shane like a lukkin glass!"

"Why, what bi that? Aw've a silk top hat, but aw nivver wear it."

"Noa, an tha nivver will wear it, unless tha walks aght bi thisen! It
isn't fit to be seen at a hen race. Aw wodn't be seen walkin aght wi thi
wi sich a thing on thi heead. But aw meean thi to ha one an aw'll pay
for it aght o' mi own pocket, but aw'll goa wi' thi to buy it, for if
tha went bi thisen tha'd let em shove onny sooart ov a oldfashioned
thing onto thi, but they'll find they've a different body to deal wi
when awm thear."