Yorksher Puddin': A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the Pen of John HartleyHartley, John
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Yorksher Puddin': A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the Pen of John Hartley
Hartley, John
English language -- Dialects -- England -- Yorkshire; Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction
Th' door oppened in a minit, an' Joa went in. He knew weel enuff 'at th'
hauf craan didn't belang to th' owd sinner, but he didn't care as he'd
getten in an' Bessy wor sittin bi th' side o'th' fire lukkin bonnier, he
thowt nor iver.
Owd Stooansnatch wor reckonin to caant up his brass, an' in a bit he
says,--'Tha'rt reight, Joa, lad, it's mine; awm just hauf-a-craan short,
soa tha can give it me.'
Joa hadn't heeard a word o' this speech, for his een wor fixed o' Bessy.
an' his maath wor oppen as if he wor gooin to swallow her. Bessy wor
blushin, an' seemed varry mich takken up wi' her toa 'at had popt throo
th' end ov her slipper.
'Does ta hear me?' he sed sharply, 'aw tell thi it's mine, an' tha mun
give it me, an' dooant stand starin thear! Gi me that brass, an' then
tak thisen off hooam! aw connot affooard to keep a cannel burnin this
rooad for nowt.'
'Why, thear's th' brass,' sed Joa, flinging it on to th' table. 'Aw
should think it owt to pay for a cannel or two.'
'It's nowt to thee what it'll pay for! but tha's noa need to sit daan
thear for we're gooin to bed, an' soa tha mun goa.'
'Well dooan't bi i' sich a hurry abbat it, awm net goin to stop all th'
neet yo needn't think, but aw've another bit o' business to see yo
abaat, 'at'll be moor i' yer way nor that hauf-craan's been.'
'Well if that's th' case tha con stop a bit an' aw'll put th' cannel
aght, for we can tawk i'th' dark. An' nah tell me what it is.'
'Yo see,' sed Joa, 'aw've been thinkin 'at it ud be a trouble to yo to
loise yor dowter, for aw know shoo's a gooid lass.'
'Shoo's a extravagant hussey, that's what shoo is,' sed Stooansnatch,
'for shoo's just gien a booan away 'at's niver been stew'd nobbut once.'
'Why shoo mayn't be just as careful as yo, shoo's young yet; but then aw
dooant think if her an' me gate wed withaat iver lettin yo know 'at yo'd
be altogether suited.'
'Wed! Wed! Who says shoo's gooin to get wed? Wed! what to a bit ov a
puttaty hawker? If tha mentions sich a thing to me aw'll bundle thi aght
o'th' door i' quick sticks.'
'Well, aw have mentioned it, an' aw'st mention it agean if aw like; an'
as for shovin me aght o'th' door, aw'll forgi yo if yo do that.' An Joa
quietly gate up an' locked th' door an' put th' key in his pocket.
When owd Stooansnatch saw that he lauped aght of his cheer, fooamin at
th' maath like a mad dog. 'What are ta baan to do? Does ta want to rob
me? Aw'll mak thee pay for this!'
'Yo can call it robbin if yo like, but what aw've coom for is yor
dowter, an' aw mean to have her unless shoo says noa, an' aw dooant
think her heart's hard enuff for that,' sed Joa lukkin at her. But Bessy
niver spaik, an' shoo seemed as if shoo could see nowt but th' toa aght
o'th' end ov her slipper.
'Tha nasty ragamuffin! Tha impident scamp! Oppen that door! If tha
doesn't aw'll fetch th' perleece! Aw'd rayther bury her alive nor tha
should have her!'
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