"Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the mackintosh?"
""Well! I'd got a trace of my child -- the missus thought she'd gone to th 'workhouse to be nursed; and there I went -- and there, sure enough, she had been -- and they'd turned her out as she were strong, and told her she were young enough to work -- but whatten kind o' work would be open to her, lad, and her baby to keep?""
"'And them that pays yo', dun they tell yo 'whatten to do, or whatten not to do wi' the money they gives you in just payment for your pains -- in fair exchange like? '"