She also dealt in rags and bones in a small way, and so managed to get a living, as she said, "beawt troublin' onybody for charity." She said it was a thing that folk had to wait a good deal out in the cold for.
It was market-day, and there were many country people in Preston.

On my way back to the middle of the town, I called at an old inn, in Friargate, where I listened with pleasure a few minutes to the old- fashioned talk of three farmers from the Fylde country.

Their conversation was principally upon cow-drinks.

One of them said there was nothing in the world like "peppermint tay an' new butter" for cows that had the belly-ache.

"They'll be reet in a varra few minutes at after yo gotten that into 'em," said he.