like a man owt to do, he didn't braik his promise.

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Abaat a year after, when they wor baan to cursen th' babby, Mabel's
father wor ax'd to th' ceremony. Mabel wor vexed at Sydney couldn't
smook, becoss shoo knew ha fond he wor on it, soa th' afternooin her
father wor expected, shoo sed, "we'll cure papa ov his dislike to bacca
smook, or else we'll get him to let yo smook ageean."

"Hah'll yo do it, lass?"

"Wait an see," shoo sed, "yo shall smook a pipe to-neet."

He wondered ha it wor to be done, an at fower o'clock shoo sent him off
to th' stashun to meet her father.

When they gate back th' whole haase wor full o' bacca smook, in bedrooms
an passages, on th' steps, in th' sittin rooms, ther wor thick white
claads ov it.

"Oh, dear-a-me," sed Mr. Mothersdale, "whativvers this? Sydney yo've
brokken yor promise, an been smookin?"

"Aw haven't," Sidney sed, "nivver a whif hav aw smook'd sin th' day aw
promised."

"Noa," Mabel sed, "we've faand a better way nor that, we're booath fond
o'th reek o' bacca, soa we get a fumigatin thing aght o'th greenhaase,
and burn bacca in it, it sents all th' haase i' noa time, an saves