"I ne'er thanken your daughter theer for her deeds o' love to my poor wench. I ne'er could find th' words. I'se have to begin to try now, if yo' start making an ado about what little Mary could sarve yo'."
"Is it because of the strike you're out of work?" asked Margaret gently.
"Strike's ended. It's o'er for this time. I'm out o' work because I ne'er asked for it. And I ne'er asked for it, because good words is scarce, and bad words is plentiful."

'I ne'er thanked your daughter there for her deeds o' love to my poor wench. I ne'er could find th' words.'
'Is it because of the strike you're out of work?' asked Margaret gently.
'Strike's ended. I'm out o' work because I ne'er asked for it. And I ne'er asked for it, because good words is scarce, and bad words is plentiful.'
