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
But th' women! Hi! that's it! It's th' women 'ats th' life an' soul ov a
jollificashun yet. They wor buzzin aght o' one door into another just
like a lot o' bees, to see what soa an soa wor gooin in. "What sooart ov
a bonnet art ta baan in Zantippa?" said Susan Stooanthrow; (or rayther
aw should, say, Miss Stooanthrow, for shoo reckoned hersen th' lady o'th
ginnel).
"Well, aw've nut made up mi mind yet," shoo says; "but aw have thowt aw
should goa, aw hardly know ha'; but what does ta think o' gooin in?"
"Well, aw suppooas it's ta be a varry spicy affair, soa aw have thowt aw
should goa i' full dress. Yo' see, being a single woman, an' rayther a
stylish shape, aw think it 'ud just suit me. What do yo' think?"
"Just the varry ticket, lass! Tha' couldn't do better! For, as aw've
mony a time said to Betty Wagstang, ther's noabody con mak up a moor
lady-liker appearance nor what tha con, when tha's a mind! But talkin'
abaght Betty, has ta seen that new cap o' hers?"
"Do yo' mean that shoo bowt up th' street t'other wick?"
"Th' same! Did ta iver see onybody luk sich a flaycrow i' all thi life?
Her heead reminds me ov a gurt pickled cabbage. Shoo doesn't keep up her
colour wi' nowt, tha may depend on't. Awther shoo can mak brass goa
farther nor other fowk, or else summat else; but they tell me 'at thers
nut mony shopkeepers abaght here but what has her name daan ofter nor
they like. But that's noa business o' mine."
"Aw shouldn't be at all apprised at that, for aw've heeard fowk say 'at
her family wor allus fond o' summat to sup afoor shoo wor born, an' they
niver had a gooid word at th' shops. Is she gooin' ta be at this swarry?
"At this what does ta say, Susy?"
"Aw said swarry, some fowk call it sooary. It means a pairty like yo'
know; it's th' French for a sooart ov a dooment, that's all."
"Oh, well, awm sooary to say 'at booath her an' her felly gate a invite,
but tha knows we've noa need ta mix up wi' sich like unless we've a
mind. Aw'm capt whativer made Becka ax her, for ther's hardly a woman
i'th ginnel but what had leever goa a' mile another rooad nor meet her;
but aw declare shoo's comin' sailin' daan like a fifty-gun ship! Talk
abaght owd Nick, an' he'll show his horns."
"Well, Zantippa I aw do declare shoo is! Soa we mun stand it aght, but
aw shall be varry reverse i' my talk, yo'll see."
"Gooid morning, lasses!" said Betty, burstin' in. "Aw thowt awd just
come daan to see what yo' thowt o' doing abaght this doo at th' Cock."
"Are ta baan Susy?"
"Yes, aw expect soa, for aw received a 'billy duck' the t'other day, a
askin' ov me to be present, if nothing didn't interspect my 'rangements
no otherwise."
"Why, Susy! hang it up! sin' tha began o' dressmakin' an' wearin' thi
hair like th' Empress Uginny, wi' all them twists an' twines, aw con
hardly tell what tha means. Are ta studdyin' for a skooilmistress?"
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