Abaat two o'clock i'th' mornin they gate back hooam, an' old Rodger wor waitin for him in a ragin temper, an' when he saw his favorite horse, "Old Pickle," blowin an' steamin as if it had just come aght ov a mash tub, an' Joa wi' a white hat on, he wor sewer he'd been on th' spree. He didn't give him a chance to spaik, but set to an' called him ivverything he could lig his tongue to Joa tried to explain matters, but it wor noa use. "Its th' last time tha'll ivver drive for me! Tha's been ommost twelve haars away!" "Why, yo sed aw hadn't to hurry,--but if my drivin doesn't suit yo, yo can drive yorsen, an' welcome; for that horse o' yor's wants huggin, net drivin,--yo did reight to call it 'Old Pickle,' for its getten me into a bonny pickle!" "An what are ta dooin wi' that white hat? An' whears th' hat aw lent thi?" "This is th' hat yo lent me, for aw've nivver touched it sin aw set off, an' if its changed color aw can't help it--if it weant do for a burrin it'll do for a weddin." "Dooant tell me nooan o' thi lies! Awm ommast fit to give thi a gooid hidin whear tha stands!" "Yo'd better think twice abaat that!" "Aw will'nt think once," he sed, an' made a rush at him but Joa held his fist aght, an' Rodger ran agean it wi' sich a force wol he flew back an' messured his whole length ith' street. "What's th' meanin o' that," he sed, as he sam'd hissen up,--"Isn't it enuff, thinks ta, to goa on th' spree an' ommost kill a horse, but tha mun come an' start o' illusin me? But awl mak thi smart for this as sewer as my name is what it is!" "Aw nivver touched yo," sed Joa, "all aw did wor to hold mi' neive aght; an' if yo had'nt run agean it i' sich a hurry it wod'nt ha harmed yo." "Awl let thi see whether it wod'nt or net! Goa into th' haase an' change them clooas, an' nivver let mi' see thi face agean!" Joa wor as anxious to change his clooas an' get off hooam as Rodger wor to be shut on him, for his shirt wor wet throo wi' sweeatin, an' his shoulder had th' skin off wi' thrustin, to say nowt abaat th' knocks he'd getten when he tummeld off th' heears. He didn't loise any time, an' when he coom back Rodger had just oppened th' heears an' fun all th' stooans. "What the degger's th' fooil been doin?" he sed, as he held a Ieet to luk inside. "What's ta fill'd th' heears wi' stooans for, lumpheead? Why, ther's a looad big enuff for a elephant." "They're just as yo put 'em in," sed Joa, "aw nivver touched ony on 'em; an' if yo'll gie me mi wage awl be off hooam." "Here's two shillin! goa an' buy a rooap to hang thisen, for tha arn't fit to live!" "When awm deead yo'll happen bury me for nowt, considerin 'at aw've worked for yo?" "Eea, an' welcome! Th' sooiner an' th' better!" "Awm varry mich obliged to yo, an' awl send yo word when yore wanted, but dooant be in a hurry.--Ther's nowt like takkin yer time. Gooid neet."