He rolled out the word with relish to his next visitor.
"Him's vound it out at last.

'Tis the anny-dominy, and 'tis incurable.
You'm can't du nart vor I.I got tu go; and 'taint no wonder, wi' zuch a complaint as I du lie here wi'.

The doctor were vair beat at vust; but him worried it out wi' hisself tu the last.

Him's a turble gude doctor, var arl he wuden't go tu the war." Sarah visited him every day.

He was so frail and withered a little object that it seemed as though he could waste no further, and yet he dwindled daily.