ea, an' welcome! Th' sooiner an' th' better!"

"Awm varry mich obliged to yo, an' awl send yo word when yore wanted,
but dooant be in a hurry.--Ther's nowt like takkin yer time. Gooid
neet."

As that wor th' last job Joa ivver hed, Abergil did'nt mak up her mind
to have him, but that does'nt trouble him, for he says "Gettin wed is a
job a chap can do ony time, an' ther's noa need to be in a hurry."

His mother's ommost fast what to do wi' him, an' hardly a day passes but
what shoo axes him "if he ivver meeans to get owt to do?" an' he allus
says, "Awm thinkin abaat it. Give a chap a bit o' time! What's yor
hurry?"

Ha Owd Stooansnatch's Dowter gate Wed.

He wor a reight hard-hearted sooart ov a chap wor owd Stooansnatch; ther
wor hardly a child 'at lived i'th' seet o'th' smook ov his chimley but
what ran away when they saw him coming, an' ther mothers, when they
wanted to freeten 'em a bit used to say, 'aw'll fotch owd Stooansnatch
if tha doesn't alter.'

He wor worth a gooid bit o' brass, 'at he'd scraped together someway,
but like moor sich like it didn't mak him a jot happier, an' he lived as
miserly as if he hadn't a penny. Even th' sparrows knew what sooart ov a
chap he wor, for they'd goa into iverybody's back yard for two or three
crumbs but his, an' if one wor iver seen abaat his door, it wor set daan
to be a young en 'at wor leearnin wit. Fowk sed 'at he clam'd his wife
to deeath, for he wodn't pairt wi' th' smook off his porrige if he could
help it. Th' cowdest day i' winter ther wor hardly a bit o' fire i'th'
grate, an' sich a thing as a cannel ov a neet wor quite aght o'
question. Th' fowk 'at kept th' shop at th' yard end, sed he did buy a
pund when his wife wor laid deead i'th' haase, but it wor becoss he
darn't stop wi' a deead body at neet i'th' dark. But he'd a dowter, as
grand a lass 'as iver a star pept throo a skyleet at; shoo wor a beauty,
an' shoo wor as gooid as shoo wor bonny. When aw used to see her, shoo
used to remind me ov a lily in a assmidden. Shoo'd noa grand clooas to
her back, but what shoo had shoo lined 'em i' sich a nice style wol they
allus luk'd weel. Monny a chap wished he'd niver seen her, an' monny a
one made up ther mind if shoo wor to be had to get her. Some tried one
way an' some another, but owd Stooansnatch wor ready for 'em. Them 'at
went honor bright up to th' door an' axed, he ordered abaght ther
business, an' them 'at went creepin abaght th' haase after dar