"Tha mun goa an get it pool'd." "Pool'd! what pool'd? They can do me noa gooid wi poolin unless they pool mi heead off, an aw dooant think tha'd shed a tear if tha'd to see me come walkin hooam wi it under mi arm!" "Why, aw dooant know what use it ud be to thi under thi arm, but it's been varry little use to thi under thi hat. But aw'll see what aw can do for thi if tha'll have a bit o' patience." "Patience! All reight, lass. Aw'll ha patience. Dooant hurry thysen whativver tha does. Tha'd better goa an have a bit ov a tawk wi awr Hepsabah, an tak Jerrymier for a walk befoor tha starts. It may be th' deeath ov his gronfather, but that meeans nowt." "Ther's nubdy wants thee to dee, for tha'd be worth less then nor tha art nah, if sich a thing could be. Nah, here sithee,--ther's a nice little oonion aw've rooasted, an tha mun let mi put it i' thi earhoil." "Will that do onny gooid thinks ta?" "We can nobbut try. Tha knows a sheepheead an oonion is allus gooid." "Mally,--when tha wor poorly aw shed tears ovver thee." "Well, if tha did, ammot aw sheddin tears?" "Eeah, but its pillin that oonion at's made em come. Tha'll be sooary for this someday. Ooooh!" "Nah, tha'll see that'll gie thi a bit o' ease. Keep this warm flannel to th' side o' thi face wol aw mak thi a pooltice." "Doesn't ta think aw owt to have summat i'th inside as weel?" "Aw've heeard say at a dooas o' oppenin physic is a varry gooid thing, an aw've some tincture o' rewbub at aw gate for Jerrymier." "Then let Jerrymier have it! aw'll have nooan sich like muck! Can't ta think o' summat else?--summat warm an comfortin like." "Aw can mak thi a sup o' mint teah. That's a varry gooid thing aw believe." "Tha knows mint teah nivver does for me. Ha does ta think a drop o' warm whisky an watter, withaat sewger ud do? It isn't nice takkin, but when its for physic aw can put up wi it." "If tha thinks it'll do thi onny gooid aw'll slip aght an get thi a tooithful." "If it wor nobbut a tooith at wor botherin me, tha might gie me a tooithful, but when its mi whooal heead, a pint 'll be little enuff." "Keep still just whear tha art, an aw'll fotch thi some, for unless aw do aw dooant think tha'll let me have a bit o' sleep." Sammywell sat varry still an Mally wornt varry long befoor shoo wor back, an as sooin as shoo could shoo made him a glass booath strong an hot, an considerin at it wor baght sewger, he tuk it varry weel, tho' he did pool a faal face after he'd getten it daan. "Nah, aw'll mak thi a gooid big bran pooltice at'll goa all ovver thi heead, an then tha mun get to bed, an then aw'll tak a drop o' whisky to awr Hepsabah's husband, for he's fair made up wi a cold."