But yo may see at th' owd lass isn't comfortable, for shoo
keeps peepin' into her basket, an' at last shoo says, "Joa--aw believe
sombdy's had ther fooit i'th' basket, for th' pasty's brusscn, an th'
pot wi' th' mustard in is brockken all to bits." "Neer heed, if that's
all, its noa war for being mix'd a bit; it's all to goa into one
shop." As sooin as owt to ait is mentioned, th' childer's hungry in a
minit-even th' lass' at's been peraidin' abaat an' couldn't fashion to
stand aside ov her brothers an' sisters coss they wor soa short o'
manners--draws a bit nearer th' mother's elbow. Daan they sit like a
owd hen an' her chickens, an' dooant they put it aat o'th' seet? It
means nowt if th' mustard an' th' pickled onions have getten on th'
apple pasty or potted mait an' presarved tairts squeezed all into
one--they're noan nasty nice; an' then th' bottle's passed raand: cold
tea flavored wi rum, an sweetened, wol th' childer can hardly leave
lawse when they've once getten hold. An' wol they're enjoyin' thersen
this way, th' owd chap's blowin' his bacca, an' tak's a pool ivery nah
and then at a little bottle, abaat th' size ov a prayer book, 'at he
hugs in his side pocket.
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