is lot?"

"Well," says Tom, "aw've put a hanel or two on to a box organ an'
polished a flute or two i' mi time, soa aw owt to knaw summat, but aw've
niver had owt to do wi' peanners; but aw dar say if we had it inside, aw
could do a bit o' summat wi' it."

"We can easy manage that," said th' landlord, "for we can tak it up i'
numbers!"

In a short time they had it carried up an' put together, but what
bothered Tom wor, all th' strings wor in a lump, for th' wood 'at they
wor screw'd to had brokken lawse an' tumelled into th' bottom.

"Nah, if we could nobbut get this wood wi' all thease pegs in, an' all
thease wires fesend to it, lifted up into th' reight spot, aw think
ther'd be a chonce o' gettin some mewsic aght on it--soa seize hold an'
lift," said Tom. An' they did lift I for they lifted th' peanner clean
off th' floor.

"A'a dear! this'll never do," says Tom, "aw niver saw ony body frame wor
i' mi life; we mun ha' somdy to sit on it to hold it daan. Connot th'
mistress spare time, thinks ta? Shoo's a tidy weight.

"Sally, come here!" shaated aght th' landlord, an' shoo wor up in a
minit. "Nah, we want thee to sit daan o' this article wol we lift."

"What, sit me daan o'th' kays, does ta mean? Tha doesn't think at aw con
play, does ta lad?"

"Sit thee daan! says th' landlord, varry cross; tha's noa need to be
feeard o' been blown up--its nooan a wind instrument."

Shoo set daan, tho' shoo didn't seem mich to like it, an after a gooid
deal o' tuggin an' poolin, th' chaps managed to get it up within abaght
an inch o' whear it had been befoor.

"Thear!" said Tom, "that begins to luk moor like summat." "Eea, it
does," says th' landlord, "aw shouldn't be daan abaght makin a peanner
after this; but if aw did mak one, aw'd mak one 'at wodn't braik wi'
fallin an odd stoory. Aw dooant think him aw borrowed it on 'll be able
to find owt aght."

"Well, aw dooant knaw," says Tom, "aw'm th' fastest what to do wi'
thease thingams 'at waggles abaght soa; tha sees they owt to hit thease
wires, but they're all too long someha."

"Why, doesn't ta think 'at tha could shorten 'em a bit? It luks to me
as if it 'll do if them gets shortened, Sally! get up! Are ta baan to
sit thear all th' day? Go an' borrow yond butcher's saig, an' then Tom
can cut thease foldedols."

Sally went an' left' em booath starin at th' music box, as shoo called
it, an' when shoo'd gooan th' landlord walked raand it two or three
times, an' then