Come an' ha' thy supper, come." "Let be!" said Adam impetuously, shaking her off and seizing one of the planks that stood against the wall.

"It's fine talking about having supper when here's a coffin promised to be ready at Brox'on by seven o'clock to-morrow morning, and ought to ha' been there now, and not a nail struck yet.

My throat's too full to swallow victuals." "Why, thee canstna get the coffin ready," said Lisbeth.

"Thee't work thyself to death.

It 'ud take thee all night to do't." "What signifies how long it takes me?
Isn't the coffin promised?
Can they bury the man without a coffin?
I'd work my right hand off sooner than deceive people with lies i' that way.