“Weel, we dud'nt like Dent at a—' nut that they wer bad tull us—but ther way o' leeving—it was round Meal—an' they _stoult_ it int' frying pan, e' keaeks as thick as my fing-er.—Then we wer _stawed_[5] we' sae mickle knitting—We went to a _Skeul_ about a mile off—ther was a Maister an' Mistress—they larnt us our Lessons, yan a piece—an' then we knit as hard as we cud drive, striving whilk cud knit t' hardest yan again anudder—we hed our _Darracks_[6] set afore we com fra' Heam int' mwornin; an' if we dud'nt git them duun we warrant to gang to our dinners—They hed o' macks o' contrivances to larn us to knit swift—T' Maister wad wind 3 or 4 clues togedder, for 3 or 4 Bairns to knitt off—_that'_ at knit slawest raffled tudders yarn, an' than she gat weel thumpt (but ther was baith Lasses an' Lads 'at learnt at knit)—Than we ust at sing a mack of a sang, whilk we wer at git at t'end on at every needle, ca'ing ower t' Neams of o' t' fwoak in t' Deaal—but Sally an me wad never ca' _Dent_ Fwoak—sea we ca'ed Langdon Fwoak—T' Sang was— Sally an' I, Sally an' I, For a good pudding pye, Taa hoaf wheat, an' tudder hoaf rye, Sally an' I, for a good pudding pye. We sang this (altering t' neams) at every needle: and when we com at t' end cried ‘off’ an' began again an' sea we strave on o' t' day through. [Footnote 5: i.e. cloyed, saturated, fatigued. BROCKETT'S Glossary of North Country words.] [Footnote 6: i.e. _Days-works_. So the Derwent is called the Darron.] “We wer _stawed_, as I telt yea—o' t' pleser we hed was when we went out a bit to beat t' fire for a nebbor 'at was baking—that was a grand day for us!—At Kursmas teea, ther was t' maskers—an' on Kursmas day at mworn they gav' us sum reed stuff to' t' Breakfast—I think it maun ha' been Jocklat—but we dud'nt like 't at a', 't ommost puzzened us!—an' we cared for nought but how we wer to git back to Langdon—Neet an' Day ther was nought but _this_ knitting! T' Nebbors ust at gang about fra' house to house, we' ther wark,—than yan fire dud, ye knaw, an' they cud hev a better—they hed girt lang black peeats—an' set them up an hed in a girt round we' a whol at top—an a' t' Fwoak sat about it. When ony o' them gat into a hubble we' ther wark, they shouted out ‘_turn a Peeat_’—an' _them'_ at sat naarest t' fire turnt yan, an' meaad a _low_[7]—for they nivver hed onny cannal.—We knat quorse wosset stockings—some gloves—an' some neet caps, an' wastecwoat breests, an' petticwoats. I yance knat a stocking, for mysell, e' six hours—Sally yan e' sebben—an' t'woman's Doughter, 'at was aulder than us e' eight—an' they sent a nwote to our Fwoak e' Langdon at tell them. [Footnote 7: i.e. _a flame_; it is an Icelandic word. See Haldorson's Lexicon. _At loga, ardere_ and _Loga, flamma_. So in St. George for England, As timorous larks amazed are With light, and with a _low_-bell.]