"Is there aught ails th' victuals?" he asked, thrusting the tray under Heathcliff's nose.
"What should ail them?" he said.
"Wah!" answered Joseph, "yon dainty chap says he cannut ate 'em. But I guess it's raight! His mother wer just soa-we wer a'most too mucky to sow t' corn for makking her breead."

'Yon dainty chap says he cannot eat it! His mother were just the same.'
