goa onnywhear except to th' cellar winder. Hepsabah wor lukkin aght o'th
winder an saw what they wor tryin to do, soa shoo coom aght wi th' long
brush to help em, an little Jerrymier coom to help too. "Nah, gently
does it," sed Sammywell, an they gethered raand in a ring an it lukt as
if they wor just gooin to nab it, when Jerrymier sed "Shoo, shoo" an
away it flew, clean ovver ther heeads, daan th' ginnel an aght into
Westgate.

"Tha young taistrel!" sed Sammywell, but he off after it as hard as he
could, an a fine race it gave him. Up one street an daan another they
went, but Sammywell's blooid wor up an he worn't gooin to be lickt wi a
bit ov a chicken. Th' streets wor lined wi fowk gooin to chapel or
church, an they shook ther heeads in a varry meeanin way, an some on em
turned up th' whites o' ther een as if they wor tryin to see th' inside
o' ther heeads, but Sammywell went on an nivver lost seet o'th chicken.
They'd ommost getten to th' taan hall, when they coom to a spice shop an
th' door wor oppen, an in it popt. "Nah, aw've getten thi!" he sed, an
he follered it in an shut th' door.

Th' young woman i'th shop wor capt when it jumpt onto th' caanter.
"Catch it, mistress!" sed Sammy, an shoo clickt at it, but it flew i'th
winder, an nivver mind if it didn't mak th' mint drops fly! Then it gate
aght an swept all th' glass ornaments off th' shelf an peearked up on
th' shandileer; Sammy struck at it wi his umberell, but he missed it, an
gave th' young woman's heead sich a crack wol it rang like a pot. Then
he oppened th' door an as luck wod have it, it flew aght. Sammy flew
aght too, an th' woman ran after him, holdin booath hands to her heead
an cryin "Murder!"

That wor enough to start all th' lads 'at should ha been at Sundy