Now Philip's and my missus's has a turn beyond common i' their nostrils, as if they was sniffin' at t' rest of us world, an' seein' if we was good enough for 'em to consort wi'.

Thee an' me, lass, is Robsons--oat-cake folk, while they's pie-crust.
Lord! how Bell used to speak to me, as short as though a wasn't a Christian, an' a' t' time she loved me as her very life, an' well a knew it, tho' a'd to mak' as tho' a didn't.

Philip, when thou goes courtin', come t' me, and a'll give thee many a wrinkle.

A've shown, too, as a know well how t' choose a good wife by tokens an' signs, hannot a, missus?
Come t' me, my lad, and show me t' lass, an' a'll just tak' a squint at her, an' tell yo' if she'll do or not; an' if she'll do, a'll teach yo' how to win her.' 'They say another o' yon Corney girls is going to be married,' said Mrs.Robson, in her faint deliberate tones.
'By gosh, an' it's well thou'st spoke on 'em; a was as clean forgettin' it as iver could be.

A met Nanny Corney i' Monkshaven last neet, and she axed me for t' let our Sylvia come o' New Year's Eve, an' see Molly an' her man, that 'n as is wed beyond Newcassel, they'll be over at her feyther's, for t' New Year, an' there's to be a merry-making.' Sylvia's colour came, her eyes brightened, she would have liked to go; but the thought of her mother came across her, and her features fell.