"If tha thinks it'll do thi onny gooid aw'll slip aght an get thi a
tooithful."

"If it wor nobbut a tooith at wor botherin me, tha might gie me a
tooithful, but when its mi whooal heead, a pint 'll be little enuff."

"Keep still just whear tha art, an aw'll fotch thi some, for unless aw
do aw dooant think tha'll let me have a bit o' sleep."

Sammywell sat varry still an Mally wornt varry long befoor shoo wor
back, an as sooin as shoo could shoo made him a glass booath strong an
hot, an considerin at it wor baght sewger, he tuk it varry weel, tho' he
did pool a faal face after he'd getten it daan.

"Nah, aw'll mak thi a gooid big bran pooltice at'll goa all ovver thi
heead, an then tha mun get to bed, an then aw'll tak a drop o' whisky to
awr Hepsabah's husband, for he's fair made up wi a cold."

"Tha mun do nowt o'th sooart. Ther isn't a war thing for a cold nor
whisky; all th' doctor's 'll tell thi that. If he's getten a bad cold
mak him some mint tea. Ther's nowt better for gettin him onto a sweeat.
An aw think if aw wor thee aw wodn't bother abaat that bran pooltice wol
we see ha th' whisky goas on. Awm sewer aw feel a bit easier bi nah. Aw
think aw'll creep up to bed, an awd better tak th' bottle up wi me for
fear it should come on agean, an aw'll leeav thee to mak th' mint teah,
an be sewer tha doesn't stop long, for aw connot rest withaat thi."

He went to bed an Mally made a jugful o' strong mint teah an tuk it to
Hepsabah's, an when shoo coom back an went up to bed, Sammywell wor