"Well dooant goa an get owt to sup. If tha'rt detarmined to have it, buy
some an bring it hooam wi thi, for aw believe tha spaiks trewth when tha
sed aw'd getten summat at disagreed wi me, for mi stummack's been varry
kittle for a day or two."

"All reight, lass! Keep thi pecker up, an aw'll bring thi raand all
reight." An Sammywell set off.

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"Aw wish aw'd nivver spokken," sed Mally, as shoo watched him pass th'
winder. "He's getten that bankbook in his pocket, an he'll as sewer goa
an squander some moor brass as he's livin. He isn't fit to be trusted.
He meeans weel enuff, but he's soa simple. Net but what ther's war nor
him if yo knew whear to find 'em, an aw believe he tries to do his best,
but that isn't mich to crack on. Hasumivver, aw mun put up wi it, soa
aw'll get thi drinkin ready, for he sed he wod'nt be long."

It didn't tak her long befoor shoo'd made as temptin an comfortable a
meal as onny reasonable chap could desire, an then shoo set daan to wait
wi as mich patience as shoo could. Darkness wor creepin on an shoo'd
ommost getten stall'd o' watchin th' clock, when ther wor a queer
grindin sooart ov a noise aghtside, an in another minnit Sammywell come
in.

"Nah, lass! Tha sees aw hav'nt been varry long an aw've browt thi
summat. Bring a leet an have a luk at it."

"Whativver is it?" shoo sed, as shoo coom to th' door wi a cannel in her