_Thomas Came._--Aw, Maester Jimmy! zaw you be a come whim
vrom school. I thawt we shood niver zeenamoor. We've a mist ye
iver zunz thic time, when we war at zea-wall, an cut aup tha girt
porpus wi' za many zalmon in hiz belly--zum o'm look'd vit ta eat
as thaw tha wor a bwiled, did'n thâ?--
_Jimmy._--Aw eese, Thomas; I da mine tha porpus; an I da mine
tha udder, an tha milk o'n, too. I be a come whim, Thomas, an I
dwon't thenk I shall goo ta school again theäze zumrner. I shall
be out amangst ye. I'll goo wi' ta mawy, an ta hâ-makin, an ta
reapy--I'll come âter, an zet up tha stitches vor ye, Thomas. An
if I da stâ till Milemas, I'll goo ta Matthews fayer wi'. Thomas,
âve ye had any zenvy theäze year?--I zeed a gir'd'l o't amangst
tha wheat as I rawd along. Ave you bin down in ham, Thomas, o'
late--is thic groun, tha ten yacres, haind vor mawin?
_Thomas Came._--Aw, Maester Jimmy! I da love ta hire you tâk-
-da zeem za naatal. We a had zum zenvy--an tha ten yacres be a
haind--a'll be maw'd in veo dâs--you'll come an hâ-maky, o'nt ye?-
-eese, I knaw you ool--an I da knaw whool goo a hâ-makin wi', too
--ah, she's a zweet maid--I dwon't wonder at ye at âll, Maester
Jimmy--Lord bless ye, an love ye booäth.
_Jimmy._--Thomas, you a liv'd a long time wi' Father, an' I
dwont like ta chide ye, bit nif you da tâk o' Miss Cox in thic
fashion, I knaw she on't like it, naw moor sholl I. Miss Cox,
Thomas, Miss Cox ool, a-mâ-be, goo a hâ-makin wi' I, as she a done
avaur now; bit Sally, Miss Cox, Thomas, I wish you'd zâ naw moor
about er.--There now, Thomas, dwon't ye zee--why shee's by tha
gate-shord! I haup she han't a hird what we a bin a tâkin about.--
Be tha thissles skeer'd in tha twenty yacres, Thomas?--aw, thâ be.
Well, I sholl be glad when tha ten yacres be a mawed--an when we
da make an end o' hâ-corrin, I'll dance wi' Sally Cox.
_Thomas Came_.--There, Maester Jimmy! 'tword'n I that tâk'd
o' Sally Cox!