Eh! how the sun 'ud
shine, and the larks 'ud sing i' them daaeys, and the smell o' the
mou'd an' all. Eh! if I could ha' gone on wi' the plowin' nobbut the
smell o' the mou'd 'ud ha' maaede ma live as long as Jerusalem.
EVA.
Methusaleh, father.
STEER.
Ay, lass, but when thou be as owd as me thou'll put one word fur
another as I does.
DOBSON.
But, Steer, thaw thou be haaele anew I seed tha a-limpin' up just now
wi' the roomatics i' the knee.
STEER.
Roomatics! Noae; I laaeme't my knee last night running arter a thief.
Beaent there house-breaekers down i' Littlechester, Dobson--doaent ye
hear of ony?
DOBSON.
Ay, that there be. Immanuel Goldsmiths was broke into o' Monday night,
and ower a hoonderd pounds worth o' rings stolen.
STEER.
So I thowt, and I heaerd the winder--that's the winder at the end o'
the passage, that goaes by thy chaumber. (_Turning to_ EVA.) Why, lass,
what maaeakes tha sa red? Did 'e git into thy chaumber?
EVA.
Father!
STEER.
Well, I runned arter thief i' the dark, and fell ageaen coalscuttle and
my kneeae gev waaey or I'd ha' cotched 'im, but afoor I coomed up he got
thruff the winder ageaen.
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