He was pleased with himself.
"Oh! Oh! waitin' for me, lass?
I've bin 'elpin' Anthony, an' what's think he's gen me?
Nowt b'r a lousy hae'f-crown, an' that's ivry penny--" "He thinks you've made the rest up in beer," she said shortly.
"An' I 'aven't--that I 'aven't.

You b'lieve me, I've 'ad very little this day, I have an' all." His voice went tender.

"Here, an' I browt thee a bit o' brandysnap, an' a cocoanut for th' children." He laid the gingerbread and the cocoanut, a hairy object, on the table.

"Nay, tha niver said thankyer for nowt i' thy life, did ter ?" As a compromise, she picked up the cocoanut and shook it, to see if it had any milk.
"It's a good 'un, you may back yer life o' that.

I got it fra' Bill Hodgkisson.