'Sneak's trick to catchen un, so tiny and all,' replied Hazel
composedly.

'Well, you'd better change your dress; it's very wet, and there's
plenty here,' said he, going to a chest and pulling out an armful of
old-fashioned gowns. 'If you lived at Undern you could wear them every
day.'

'If ifs were beans and bacon, there's few'd go clemmed,' said Hazel.
'That green un's proper, like when the leaves come new, and little
small roses and all.'

Put it on while I see what Vessons is doing.'

'He's grumbling in the kitchen, seemingly,' said Hazel.

Vessons always grumbled. His mood could be judged only by the
_piano_ or _forte_ effects.

Hazel heard him reply to Reddin.

'No. Supper binna ready; I've only just put 'im on.'

He always spoke of all phases of his day's work in the masculine
gender.

Hazel stopped buttoning her dress to hear what Reddin was saying.

'Have you some hot water for the lady?' ('The lady! That's me!' she