i' Sheffield, who tried to rob me."

He lukked up, and Sydney felt like to sink into his booits, for if it
worn't th' varry owd chap at he'd travelled in th' train wi' th' neet
befooar.

Nah tho' Sydney knew th' owd chap in a crack, by gooid luck Mabel's
father hadn't his glasses on, soa he didn't mak him aght at furst.

"Awm varry fain to mak yor acquaintance, sir," he sed, "my dowter has
towd me ha kind yo wor i' Sheffield, an aw wish to thank yo for it."

Sydney wor soa flayed ov th' owd feller rememberin his voice, 'at he
shoved a hawpny into his maath befooar he spake, an then he sed:--"Aw
didn't do much awm sewer, Sir. It wor nowt at all."

"Have aw ivver met yo befooar," Mister Mothersdale axt, "aw seem to know
yor voice?"

"Net as aw know on," Sydney answered, feelin at he wor in for a
thunderin lot o' lyin.

"Mister Horne's niver been i' Brummagem befooar," Mabel sed.

"It's varry strange," th' owd man went on, as he put his specs on, "aw
seem to know yor voice soa weel, an dear-a-me yor face reminds me ov
sumdy but aw cannot tell who."

Nah Sydney wor dressed quite different thro what he had th' neet
befooar, an while Mabel's father wor puzzlin his heead abaat it, Mabel