Thank yo' kindly, missus, but a'll tak' nought to eat; just a drop o' somethin' hot to keep out coud, and wish yo' a' the compliments o' the season.

Philip, my man, yo'll not be sorry to be spared t' walk round by Haytersbank such a neet.

My missus were i' such a way about Sylvie that a thought a'd just step off mysel', and have a peep at yo' a', and bring her some wraps.

Yo'r sheep will be a' folded, a reckon, Measter Pratt, for there'll niver be a nibble o' grass to be seen this two month, accordin' to my readin'; and a've been at sea long enough, and on land long enough t' know signs and wonders.

It's good stuff that, any way, and worth comin' for,' after he had gulped down a tumblerful of half-and-half grog.