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Rh The teäties must be ready pretty nigh; Do teäke woone up upon the fork’ an’ try. The ceäke upon the vier, too, ’s a-burnèn, I be afeärd: do run an’ zee, an’ turn en.

Well, mother! here I be woonce mwore, at hwome.

Ah! I be very glad you be a-come. You be a-tired an’ cwold enough, I s’pose; Zit down an’ rest your bwones, an’ warm your nose.

Why I be nippy: what is there to eat?

Your supper’s nearly ready. I’ve a got Some teäties here a-doèn in the pot; I wish wi’ all my heart I had some meat. I got a little ceäke too, here, a-beäken o’n Upon the vier. ’Tis done by this time though. He’s nice an’ moist; vor when I wer a-meäken o’n I stuck some bits ov apple in the dough.

Well, father; what d’ye think? The pig got out This mornèn; an’ avore we zeed or heärd en, He run about, an’ got out into geärden, An’ routed up the groun’ zoo wi’ his snout!

Now only think o’ that! You must contrive To keep en in, or else he’ll never thrive.