Peter had taught his son to concentrate on the business in hand.
"Weel," he said, "you can have aw t' peat you want and we willunt fratch if you pay me nowt.

There's acres o' good stuff on Malton moor, and the value o' peat t' labor it costs to cut.

Aw t' same, it willunt pay to send a man or two noo and then.

You must work in a gang; ivery man at his proper job." "It was done like that in oad days," said one.
Peter looked at Kit, who did not speak, for both knew when enough was said.

Indeed, although he was hardly conscious of it yet, Kit had something of a leader's talent.