Nah, mi gronfayther could nawther get up nor call aat, but ha do yo think he managed to get' 'em aat o' bed?
So I tuk it up, and put it to mi lips and blew—yi, aat of a sad heart, Mr. Penrose—but it wor reet.
At one corner on it yo con see a black bottle neck peepin' aat.
Hoo seed th' leet go aat and co'd aat at th' top o' her voice, “Amanda's come back.”
Then th' way's oppen'd aat at once, he's gein her to understand what ten to one shoo understood long afoor he did.
Daan they sit like a owd hen an' her chickens, an' dooant they put it aat o'th' seet?
Aw've known th' time when they did, but aw'm like a old stage cooach, aw'm aat o' date.
Aw walk'd aat when awd heeard that, for aw thowt he might happen be a ostler, but blow me if he wor fit for an auctioneer.
If shoo could nobbut get me aat o' th' gate, shoo'd be all reight.
Abe wor vooated into th' cheer to cut it up an' deeal it aat, an' he did it wi' a willin hand.