ames fell i' love wi a young woman 'at lived up Manningham loin, an its
allus been suppooased, bi them 'at know 'em, 'at shoo must ha fell i'
love wi him at th' same time, or sooiner; but hasumivver, to th'
surprise o' ivverybody 'at knew James, they gate wed. Ha they spent ther
honeymooin aw cannot tell, an aw wodn't if aw could, but after a bit
they gate nicely sattled in a little haase on Thornton Road.

Angelina was his wife's name, but he cut it short an called her Angel,
which he varry likely thowt shoo wor. But if he wor bashful, shoo
worn't. Shoo'd a bonny face, an a shape 'at made ivvery old chap 'at saw
her wish he wor young ageean; an when owt tickled her shoo laft like a
locomotive whistle in a fit; an as for bein bashful,--why--shoo didn't
know what it meant.

Shoo'd a sister,--A'a! but shoo wor a grand en! To tell the trewth,
James had fallen i' love wi her furst, but he wor too bashful to tell
her soa, an he'd nivver ha had pluck to pop th' question to Angelina if
it hadn't been 'at they wor lost at th' back o'th Taan Hall, an he had
to borrow a lantern to prevent 'em runnin agean lamppooasts.

But when they'd getten sattled, Maude Blanche, (that wor th' sister's
name,) coom to pay em a visit. Nah, Maude Blanche wor just as fond o'
fun as James wor feeared on it, an shoo kept jabbin him between th'
ribs, an sayin all sooarts o' queer things, an axin him questions 'at he
couldn't answer an he blushed until Angelina had to tell her to stop,
for fear all his blooid wod be in his heead.

Well, they went to bed. James an his wife i' one raam and Maude Blanche
i'th next. James wor sooin i'th land o' nod, an Angelina felt disgusted
when shoo heeard him snoorin an turned raand an followed his example.

Ha long they had slept they didn't know, but Angelina oppen'd her e'en,
an what should shoo see, but th' drawers oppen, an all th' stuff
scattered raand. Shoo gave a skrike, an jam'd her elbow between James's
ribs wi' sich a foorce 'at he fell on th' floor like a log o' wood.

"Murder! police! thieves!" shoo skriked. "A'a, dear! what ivver shall we
do! drive 'em aght!"

"Angelina, aw cannot do it! It's impossible!" an he stood shivverin an
shakin and tryin to lap his legs up in his shirt tail.

"Aw've been robbed! That solid goold brooch aw gave fifteen pence for is
missin, an all mi hair pins an a bobbin o' black threead, and gooidness
knows what else! Maude Blanche! come here! Maude Blanche! does ta hear?"