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Dad, ju'll 'ave to take an' talk to that young Turk. Ev'ry time 'e goes to town there, 'E just stays an' loafs aroun' there; While 'e leaves us wimmin 'ere to slave an' work. 'Ave you cleaned the sepy-rater, Nell? Well, get along to bed. No; you can't go 'crost to Thompson's place to-night; You wus there las' Chusday—See, miss, Don't chu toss your head at me, miss! I won't 'ave it. Mary, 'urry with that light! Now then, get yer Dad the paper. Set down, Dad—ju must be tired. 'Ere, Matilder, put that almanick away! Where's them stockin's I wus darnin'? Bill an' Mary, stop yer yarnin'! Now then, Dad. Heigh-ho! Me fust sit down ter-day.