table as it desarves! But aw did'nt know 'at a whiteweshed
umberella-stand wanted makkin comfortable."

"Aw know its all reight for tha hasn't a heart i' thi belly to hurt a
flee. What time does ta intend to start off i'th mornin."

"Mak thi own time. But aw thowt tha didn't care to goa."

"It's what aw've been langin for for years, an tha knows, Sammywell, if
aw do say a word nah an agean at doesn't just suit thi, its becoss tha
aggravates me. If tha'd treeat me as a wife owt to be treated, aw should
nivver utter a wrang word."

"Well, tha artn't th' only one i' this haase at gets aggravated
sometimes, but we'll say noa moor abaat it. Try an bi ready bi ten
o'clock i'th mornin, an we'll start aght if its fine."

"But tha doesn't feel cross abaat it, does ta lad."

"Cross, behanged! If aw tuk onny nooatice o' what tha says, aw should
allus be cross. Let's get to bed."

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Next mornin Mally wor soa flustered wol when Grimes coom in to his
braikfast after lukkin to th' galloway, her hands tremmeld soa at shoo
could hardly teem aght his teah.

But shoo managed to get donned at last, an Sammywell browt th' galloway
an th' little trap to th' door, an he felt a bit narvous too, for it wor
th' furst time he'd ivver driven aght wi his wife, but he wor praad to
do it, an his pride kept him up.

They wor i' hooaps o' gettin off withaat Hepsabah an th' naybors gettin
to know, but it wor noa use. Sombd'y seen th' galloway, an when
Sammywell helpt Mally into her seat, they wor all aght.

Hepsabah stood thear, wi a babby o' awther arm, an Jerrymier at her
side, an as they rode past, shoo put on as humble a luk as shoo knew ha,
an dropt a curtsey, an sed "Gooid mornin, Mr. and Mrs. Grimes, Esquire."
Then shoo brast aght laffin an all th' naybor wimmen waved ther approns
or towels or owt else they could snatch howd on, an cheered em wol they
gate aght o'th bottom o'th fold.

They tuk th' shortest cut to get aght o'th busy streets, an they worn't
long befoor they coom to whear ther wor green fields on booath sides
o'th rooad. It wor a grand day, an they sed little for a while, for they
wor booath feelin varry happy, an they lukt it.

Old as they wor, an i' spite ov all th' ups an daans they'd had, they
felt like sweethearts agean, an if they couldn't luk forrad to th' long
enjoyment ov monny pleasures, they could luk back wi few regrets, an
hearts full ov thankfulness for all th' bl