Aw wonder how they can for
shame' o' their face. A lot o' mee-mawing snickets! But they 're no
better nor porritch, Robert, when they're looked up.' 'Not a bit,
Betty,--not a bit! But I mun be off. Good neet to yo'.' 'Good neet
Robert,' said Betty. An' away he went wi' th' cart up to th' Hollins."
"Aw'll tell tho what, Skedlock," said Nanny; "that woman's a terrible
tung!"
"Aye, hoo has," replied Skedlock; "an' her mother wur th' same. But,
let me finish my tale, Nanny, an' then--"
"Well, it wur pitch dark when Robin geet to th' Hollins farm-yard wi'
his cart. He gav a ran-tan at th' back dur, wi' his whip-hondle; and
when th' little lass coom with a candle, he said, 'Aw've getten a
weshin'-machine for yo.' As soon as th' little lass yerd that, hoo
darted off, tellin' o' th' house that th' new weshin'-machine wur
come'd. Well, yo known, they'n five daughters; an' very cliver, honsome,
tidy lasses they are, too,--as what owd Betty says. An' this news
brought 'em o' out o' their nooks in a fluster. Owd Isaac wur sit i'th
parlour, havin' a glass wi' a chap that he'd bin sellin' a cowt to. Th'
little lass went bouncin' into th' reawm to him; an' hoo said, 'Eh,
father, th' new weshin'-machine's come'd!' 'Well, well,' said Isaac,
pattin' her o'th yed; 'go thi ways an' tell thi mother.
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