"Niver dacenter. Th' wife's a raight cant body, and as clean--ye mught eat your porridge off th' house floor. They're sorely comed down. I wish William could get a job as gardener or summat i' that way; he understands gardening weel. He once lived wi' a Scotchman that tached him the mysteries o' that craft, as they say."
"Now, then, you can go, Joe. You need not stand there staring at me."
"Ye've no orders to give, sir?"
"None, but for you to take yourself off."
Which Joe did accordingly.

"None dacenter. Th' wife's a raight cant body, and so clean ye mught eat your porridge off th' floor. They're sorely comed down. I wish William could get a job as gardener or summat; he understands gardening."
"You can go, Joe. You need not stand there staring at me."
"Ye've no orders to give, sir?"
"None. Take yourself off."
Which Joe did accordingly.
