long befoor they coom to whear ther wor green fields on booath sides
o'th rooad. It wor a grand day, an they sed little for a while, for they
wor booath feelin varry happy, an they lukt it.

Old as they wor, an i' spite ov all th' ups an daans they'd had, they
felt like sweethearts agean, an if they couldn't luk forrad to th' long
enjoyment ov monny pleasures, they could luk back wi few regrets, an
hearts full ov thankfulness for all th' blessins they'd had an
possessed.

"Aw nivver thowt, Sammywell," sed Mally, after a bit, "at aw should
ivver live to ride i' mi own carriage an pair."

"Why, lass, awm pleased if tha'rt suited. But tha can hardly call it a
carriage an pair."

"Aw dooant see why net. Its a varry nice little carriage is this an awm
sewer th' galloway an thee mak a gooid pair, for aw should tak yo to be
booath abaat th' same age, an th' same complection to nowt, except for
thi nooas; an yo nawther on yi ivver hurried yorsen mich or seem likely
to do; but aw think if aw wor thee awd get aght an shove behind a bit,
its a pity to see it tewin up this hill, an its puffin like all that."

"Well, let it puff! If ther's onny shovin to be done tha'll ha to tak
thi share on it. We'll stop at yond haase at top o'th hill an then wol
we get a bite an a sup, Fanny can rest a bit."

"Who's Fanny?"

"That's th' galloway's name."