(The old man smiled at this, as if he thought it was a good joke.) He helps me to wesh, an' sick like; an' yo' know, it's a good deal better than gooin' into bad company, isn't it?
(Here the old man gave her a quiet, approving look, like a good little lad taking notice of his mother's advice.) Aw'm very glad of a bit o' help," continued she,"for aw'm not so terrible mich use, mysel'.

Yo see; aw had a paralytic stroke seven year sin, an' we've not getten ower it.

For two year aw hadn't a smite o' use all deawn this side.

One arm an' one leg trail't quite helpless.

Aw drunk for ever o' stuff for it.