'I'd like to know what business yo have to coom in this time o' neet, an your uncle fro whoam.
Yo've bin in mischief, I'll be bound.

Theer's Louie coom back wi a black eye, an jes because she woan't say nowt about it, I know as it's yo are at t' bottom o' 't.

I'm reg'lar sick o' sich doins in a decent house.

Whar yo bin, I say ?' And this time she held the candle up so as to see him.

She had been sitting fuming by herself, and was in one of her blackest tempers.
David's misdemeanour was like food to a hungry instinct.
'I went to prayer-meetin,' the lad said thickly.