Sammywell's Soft Snap.


"What wor yond clatter, Mally? Has somdy been smashin summat?"

"Nowt 'at meeans mich. It wor a accident an couldn't be helpt."

"Well, what wor it? Can't ta spaik?"

"It's nowt at's owt to do wi thee, soa tha needn't let it bother thi
heead; but if tha'rt soa crazy to know aw can tell thi.--It's awr
Hepsabah's Jerrymiah at's brokken th' winder i'th weshus. Nah, arta
satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Now! Satisfied bi gum! Does ta think aw've nowt else to do
wi mi brass but to buy winders for Jerrymiah to smash? Ha is it awr
Hepsabah can't keep her childer at hooam? When we'd childer we nivver
sent em raand to ther gronfather's to smash winders! An if aw catch hold
o' that young taistrel aw'll tak th' skin off him!"

"Hold thi din, gert softheead! Onnybody to hear thi tawk, 'ud think
tha'd gooan cleean wrang i' thi heead! Bless mi life! tha dosn't think
'at th' child did it on purpose, does ta? He wor nobbut tryin his best
to catch a blue-bottle-fly, an it went into th' winder whear be couldn't
raik it, soa he sammed up a teacup an flang it at it,--nivver thinkin
owt abaat th' winder, becoss he knew ha tha hated sich things buzzin
abaat thi heead; but whativver that child does it seems to be wrang.