"Th' storm's over for a bit.

It does like this at this time o' th' year.

It goes off in a night like it was pretendin' it had never been here an' never meant to come again.
That's because th' springtime's on its way.

It's a long way off yet, but it's comin'." "I thought perhaps it always rained or looked dark in England," Mary said.
"Eh! no!" said Martha, sitting up on her heels among her black lead brushes.

"Nowt o' th' soart!" "What does that mean ?" asked Mary seriously.