There's
another in tha ditch! a'll be a buddled! There's a gird'l o' trouble
wi' shee-ape! Larence; cass'n thee let I goo. I'll gee thee a _hAc
peny_ nif oot let me."--_Naw I can't let thee goo eet._
"Maester'll be shower to come an catch me! Larence! doose thee hire?
I da zAc, oot let me up. I zeed Farmer Haggit zoon Acter I upt, an a
zed, nif a voun one o' my shee-ape in tha vive-an-twenty yacres, a'd
drash I za long as a cood ston auver me, an wi' a groun ash' too!
There! Zum o'm be a gwon droo tha vive-an-twenty yacres inta tha
drauve: thAc'll zoon hirn vur anow. ThAc'll be poun'd. Larence! I'll
gee thee a _penny_ nif oot let I up." _Naw I wunt._
"Thic not sheep ha got tha shab! Dame tawl'd I whun I upt ta-da ta
mine tha shab-wActer; I sholl pick it in whun I da goo whim. I vorgot
it! Maester war desperd cross, an I war glad ta git out o' tha
langth o' iz tongue. I da hate zitch cross vawk! Larence! what, oot
niver let I up? There! zum o' tha shee-ape be gwon into _Leek-
beds_; an zum o'm be in _Hounlake_; dree or vour o'm be gwon
zAc vur as _Slow-wAc_; the ditches be, menny o'm zAc dry 'tis all
now rangel common! There! I'll gee thee _dree hAc pence_ ta let
I goo.
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