"In coorse I did. Leastways, I reckon I did. I telled her she weren't to meddle again in aught that concerned yo'."
"Whose children are those--yours?" Mr. Thornton had a pretty good notion whose they were, from what he had heard; but he felt awkward in turning the conversation round from this unpromising beginning.
"They're not mine, and they are mine."
"They are the children you spoke of to me this morning?"
"When yo' said," replied Higgins, turning round, with ill-smothered fierceness, "that my story might be true or might not, but it were a very unlikely one. Measter, I've not forgotten."

'In coorse I did. Leastways, I telled her she weren't to meddle again in aught that concerned yo'.'
'Whose children are those - yours?'
'They're not mine, and they are mine.'
'They are the children you spoke of this morning?'
'When yo' said,' replied Higgins fiercely, 'that my story might be true or might not, but it were a very unlikely one.'
