After this they mun have a sail i' one o'th'
booats, an' in they get, tumellin' one over t'other, an' bargain wi'
th' chap for a _gooid_ haar. Th' owd chap pools his watch aat an
mak's sure o'th' time when they start, an' away they goa like a burd.
"Isn't it grand?" says furst one an' then another. But in a bit th'
owd chap puts his pipe aat an' tak's another pool at th' little
bottle, an' his wife's face grows a deeal leeter coloured, an' shoo
axes him ha' long they've to goa yet? Aat comes th' watch, an'
they're capt to find 'at they've nobbut been fifteen minutes, an' th'
owdest lass lains ovver th' side, an' after coughin' a time or two
begins to feed th' fish, an' th' little uns come to lig ther heeads o'
ther mother's knees, but shoo tells 'em to sit o'th' seeat, for shoo
connot bide to be bothered; then shoo tak's a fancy to luk ovver th'
edge, an' ther's another meal for th' fish. Th' owd chap's detarmined
to stand it aat, soa he shuts his e'en, an screws up his maath wol
it's hardly as big as a thripny bit--then his watch comes aat agean,
an' he sighs to find they've nobbut been one hauf ther time.
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