t for a bit, an' then he sed, "Luk
here, but yo' munnot split," an' he pull'd off his gurt red beard, an'
awm blow'd if it worn't Martin Robertshaw, th' chap 'at lives next door
to us.

Aw wor soa capt yo' could ha' shoov'd him ovver wi' yor little finger,
an' Sarah leaned up agean th' wall, an' aw thowt th' spasms wor comin'
on agean; but aw wor mista'an, for they didn't, at least not wol we gate
daan to th' Albion once mooar.

"Aw promised my missis a sewin' machine," Martin went on, "an' as brass
is soa hard to addle just nah, aw've had to start i' this line, an' it
pays weel to, an' ther's noa danger abaat it. A chap has to put his hand
to owt nah days to earn a honest penny--aw doan't call it chaitin' to
ease sich as yond on ther brass. But aw mun be off, aw've to goa daan to
Shibden yet, an' bizness befoor pleashur's my motto. An' he run daan th'
hill callin' aght 'at we worn't to tell his missis 'at we'd seen him.

"Nah then, lass," aw sed, "yo' wor sayin' a bit sin' 'at yo' wished aw
wor a bit mooar like yon chap,--what do yo' say nah?"

"Well," Sarah sed, "aw willn't say at aw exactly approve ov his goins
on, but onnyhah, yo'll admit at he's gettin' th' brass for a gooid
purpose; aw tell'd yo' at his wife wor a lucky woman, an' aw stick to mi
words."

"Then aw suppooas if awd sed aw wor baan to buy yo' a new bonnet wi'
Uriah Lodge's five bob, it 'ud hey been awl reet?"

"Circumstances alters cases as th' sayin' says," Sarah went on, "but yo'
wor baan to spend it i' baccy, an' aw shall still stick to what aw sed
this morn, 'at bettin's reeal wicked; but coom on, for aw feel as if th'
spasms wor comin' on mi agean, awm awl ov a tremmel, an' tawkin maks mi
war."

So we went daan to th' Albion, an' then hooam.

We wor just gooin to bed that neet, when Missis Robertshaw coom in, to
ax Sarah to lend her a rubbin bottle.

"Is somdy hurt?" Sarah ax'd.

"It's Martin," shoo sed, "he wor gooin daan to Shibden this afternooin,
to visit one ov his Sundy skollards 'ats badly; an' he happened bi ill
luck to coom on a reg'lar lot o' idle young fellers at wor laikin at
pitch an' toss. Martin connot bide wickedness o' noa sooart, soa he
stopt to tell 'em hah sinful gamblin' wor, 'specially on a Sundy, an'
hah mich better for 'em it 'ud be, if they'd put ther hard-addled brass
into th' Savins Bank, but asteead o' takkin his gooid advice, they set
on him an' beat him black an blue, an' robbed him o' three bob 'at he
h