Th' Battle o' Tawkin.
- From: Tez Clayton-Swift <scum@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 00:43:21 +0100
"Tha'rt a liar if iver ther wor one! An' that's a hard thing to say, but
aw wodn't hang a cat o' thi word! It's as sure yor Alick 'at's brokken
awr winder, as awm standin here, an' tha knows it too!"
"Aw say it isn't awr Alick, for he's niver been aat 'oth' haase this
blessed day! Tha's awther brokken it thisen or' else one o' thi own's
done it,--an' they are a lot 'oth' warst little imps 'at iver lived; an'
if aw mud ha' mi mind on 'em, awd thresh' em to within an inch o' ther
lives! But yo can expect nowt noa better when yo know what a bringin up
they've had."
"They've had a different bringin up to what ony o' thine's likely to
have, but whativer comes o' ther bringin up, yo'll have to pay for that
winder, for it isn't th' first he's brokken, an' if yo dooant, next time
I catch him, awl have it aat ov his booans.'
"Let me catch thee ligging a finger o' one o' mine, an' awl mak this
fold too little for thee, an' sharply too; ha can ta fashion! A gurt
strappin woman like thee, to mell ov a child? Tha owt to be 'shamed o'
thi face! But tha has noa shame an' niver had."
"Well if tha's ony its nobbut latly come to thi! Awve too much shame to
come hooam druffen of a neet after th' neighbors has getten to bed."
"Whoas come hooam druffen? Does ta mean to say 'at aw wor iver druffen?
Aw'll mak thee prove thi words if ther's a law 'ith land 'at can do it!
Aw'll let thee see 'at my keracter is as gooid as onybody's, an' a deal
better nor sich as thine."
"Aw niver sed who it wor 'at coom hooam druffen, but aw dar say tha can
guess."
"If its onnybody its thisen! gurt brussen thing 'at tha art! Who is it
'at sends ther poor husband to his wark wi' a sup o' teah an' dry cake,
an' then cooks a beefsteak to ther own breakfast? Can ta tell me that?"
"If aw connot, tha can, an' that isn't all;--can ta tell me who it is
'at invites th' neighbors to rum and teah 'ith' after nooin, when they
know th' husband's gooin to work ovver? Can ta tell me that?"
"Well, if ther's been onny rum an' teah stirrin, tha's allus takken
gooid care to have thi share on it, but they've allus been wimmen 'ats'
come to awr haase when th' maister's been aat, that's one blessin."
"Does ta meean to say 'at ther's onny fellies been to awr haase when th'
husband's been off? Tha'd better mind what tha says or else that cap o'
thine ul suffer!"
"Aw dooant say onny fellies has been;--tha should know th' best, but awm
nawther blind nor gaumless. But aw'll tell th' what tha art;--Tha'rt a
nasty, ill contrived gooid-for-nowt, an' all th' neighbors say soa, an'
they wish to gooidness tha'd flit, an' all at belangs to thi, for ther's
niver onny peace whear tha ar't."
"Noa, an' ther niver will be onny peace wol tha pays for yond winder!
Does ta think fowk's nowt else to do wi' ther brass, but to put in
winders for yor Alick to mash?"
"Aw tell thi he hasn't mash'd it, for he's niver cross'd th' doorstun
sin he gate up. Th' fact is he's niver getten up yet, for he isn't at
hooam, for he's aboon twenty miles off, at his gronmothers."
"Dooant tell me that! Ther's awr Vaynus comin, he knows who mash'd it.
Vaynus! Who wor it 'at mash'd yond winder? Nah tell a lie at thi
peril,--did ta see it brokken?"
"Eea, aw saw Topsy jump up at th' birdcage, an' it missed it click an'
tumbled throo th' winder."
"A'a I drabbit that cat! Aw'll as sure screw its neck raand as awm
livin!"
"Nah tha sees, aw tell'd thi it worn't awr Aleck!"
"Noa, it couldn't ha been! Are ta sure tha saw yond cat do it, Vaynus?"
"Eea awm sure aw saw it."
"Why then it wornt yor Alick! An aw hardly thowt it wor, for he's abaat
as quiet a lad an' as daycent a one as ther is abaat here. Aw oft tell
awrs to tak a lesson throo him."
"Ther's noa better lad iver breathed nor awr Alick;--aw dooant say'at
he's better nor onnybody's else, but he's as gooid. An' awm sure tha's a
lot ov as fine childer as onnybody need set e'en on, an' if they are a
bit wild, what can yo expect when ther's soa monny on 'em. But aw mun
get these clooas dried wol ther's a bit o' druft. Wi' ta leean me that
clooas prop o' thine agean?"
"Vaynus! What are ta dooin? Goa fetch that prop this minit, an' see 'at
tha allus brings it when tha sees her weshin, withaat lettin her allus
have to ax for it."
"Well, awm soa glad it worn't awr Alick 'at mashed that winder."
"Soa am aw, awd rayther it had been one o' mi own bi th' hauf. What time
does ta think tha'll ha done weshin?"
"Abaat four o'clock if awm lucky."
"Well, wi ta step across an' have a cup o' teah wi us?"
"Eea, aw dooant mind if aw do."
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