“An’ teeak us intil lile hooals under t’ grūnd, ameeast like _mowdie-warps_.” _Rev. T. Clarke._ Johnny Shippard. Mūd, C, the past tense of must. “He thowte ’at he _mūd_ treat ye.” _Miss Blamire._ The Meeting. Mutch, S, a woman’s cap. “She aff wi’ her apron, put on a silk goon, A _mutch_ wi’ reed ribbons, an’ cam’ awa’ doon.” _Lady Nairne._ The Laird o’ Cockpen. N. Nab, C, a promontory in a lake. “It’s o’ _nabs_ an’ neuks is Windermer’ Watter.” Said by a Coniston Man. Neb, S and C, nose, beak. “Gae tak this bonnie _neb_ o’ mine, That picks amang the corn, An’ gi’e’t to the Duke o’ Hamilton, To be a touting horn.” Old Song—Robin Redbreast’s Testament. Neàf, C, the nave of a wheel. “T’ fells spreead oot fray a centre like t’ spooaks of a wheel fray t’ _neàf_.”—A Langdale Statesman. Neif, or Neive, S and C, the hand, or fist. “Sweet knight I kiss thy _neif_.” _Shakspeare._ King Henry IV. “What’s a gowpen o’ glaur? It’s just twa _neive_ fu’s o’ clarts!”—_Wilson._ Noctes Ambrosianæ. Nick’t i’ t’ heid, C, non compos mentis. “Toakin sike mafflement! Ye mun be _nick’t i’ t’ heead_.” A Coniston landlady to a chattering guest. No’but, C, nothing but, only. “He’s but a simplish sooart of a body, ’At thinks there’s _no’but_ ya kind o’ shoddy.” _W. Bowness._ Brough Hill Fair. Nowte ’at dowe, C, nothing of ability, fit for nothing. “In o’ her flegmagaries donn’d, What is she?—_nowte ’at dowe_!” _Anderson._ Betty Brown. O. Oomer, C, shade. “Howay wi’ the’, an’ lig down i’ t’ _owmer_ o’ t’ trees till I’ve time ùt tak’ the’ afooar Mr. Machell.” Said by a farmer at Colton to an idle servant. Oald-folk’s neet, C, an assembly for feasting, dancing, and card-playing, held at the rural public houses; once, probably, confined to married people, but now open to, and attended by, young and old. P. Paddock rud, or rid, or ridding, C, frog spawn. “Auld Grizzy the witch, as some fwoke say, Maks _paddock-rud_ ointment for sair e’en.” _Anderson._ The Witch Wife. Pang, C and S, to cram. “An’ some there wer could scarcely speak, Their thropples wer sae _pang’t_.” _Stagg._ The Bridewain. “It kindles wit, it waukens lair, It _pangs_ us fu’ o’ knowledge.” _Burns._ The Holy Fair. Parlish, C, remarkable, worth speaking of.