wur civil enow, an' friendly enow. He's getten gumption to see as pollytics is pollytics. I'll tell yo' what, lads, I'm comin' to th' opinion as happen theer's more sense i' some o' th' gentry than we gi' em credit fur; they ha' not mich but book larnin i' their heads, it's true, but they're noan so bad—some on 'em—if yo're charytable wi' 'em."
"Who was thy friend i' coort, Sammy?" was asked next.
Sammy's fist went down upon the table with a force which made the mugs dance and rattle.
"Now tha'rt comin' to the meat i' th' egg," he said. "Who should tha think it wur 'at had th' good-will an' th' head to tak' th' business i' hond?"
"It ud be hard to say."
"Why, it wur that little lass o' th' owd parsen's again. Dom'd if she wunnot run aw Riggan i' a twelvemonth. I dunnot know wheer she getten her head-fillin' fro' unless she robbed th' owd parson, an' left his nob standin' empty. Happen that's what's up wi' th' owd chap."
