Stopping to look at a music-seller's window, a rough-looking fellow, bareheaded and without coat, came sauntering across the road from a shop opposite.
As he came near he shouted out, "Nea then Heaw go!" I turned round; and, seeing that I was a stranger, he said, "Oh; aw thought it had bin another chap." "Well," said I, "heaw are yo gettin' on, these times ?" "Divulish ill," replied he.

"Th' little maisters are runnin' a bit, some three, some four days.

T'other are stopt o' together, welly.

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