n th' mooin peept aght an sent a mild soft leet into
that same porch, it showed a couple sittin varry cloise together.

When Chairley went hooam that neet, he wor th' mooast important chap, in
his own estimation, at lived i' that taan. His mother had been uneasy
for th' past few days, for shoo saw ther wor summat wrang, an shoo
nooaticed th' change in him as sooin as he went in. "Has things gooan
reight wi thi to-day, Chairley?" shoo ventured to ax him.

"Nivver better, Mother;--Nivver better!"

But shoo felt sewer ther wor summat undernaith, an shoo wor detarmined
to find it aght. Shoo knew at Chairley wodn't be at th' shop next
mornin, as it wor his day to goa seekin orders, soa shoo waited till
he'd getten off, an then shoo went to see his maister.

"Come this way, Mrs. Dempster," he sed when he saw her, "what can we do
for you this morning?"

"Aw wanted to spaik to yo if yo pleeas. Awd like to know if my son has
been havin onny trubble latly?"

"Well, my dear Madam, troubles come to all on us at times. I dare say
Charley has had a little trouble,--just a minimum."

"Aw mud ha known it! But if yond Minnie doesn't let my lad alooan aw'll
mak this taan too hot for her. Shoo owt to be smoored an all sichlike."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Dempster, but if you are alluding to my niece Minnie, I
must ask you to speak with more respect, for she is as good as she is
good-looking, and that is saying a great deal."

"Yo dooan't meean to say shoo's yor neese sewerly."

"She is my niece and your boy's sweetheart. They were engaged last night
with my full consent, and a nice young couple they are. If all goes
well, they are to be married when Charley comes of age, and will then
succeed me in this business."

"Laws-a-mercy on us! Well,--well. An a nice lass shoo is too," an off
shoo set to think things ovver agean.

Shoo nivver agean interfered wi his coortin. They're wed nah. Shoo lives
wi em, but shoo can't understand why they allus laff if shoo sets em
fresh eggs for ther braikfast.

What a Gallus Button did.

One Friday neet last summer, ther wor a braik daan at th' shop 'at Dick
Taylor worked at, just befoor stoppin time, soa th' ovverlukker telled
him 'at it wor noa use his comin i'th mornin, as they wodn't be able to
start th' engine agean wol Mundy.

Dick worn't sorry, for it wor fine weather, an' he thowt a day's
halliday ud be varry pleasant. When he gate hooam, he telled his missis
'at he wor baan to lai