up in a garret, all bi mysen, an’ th’ walls wor covered wi bits o’ pictures, an’ shelves wor stuck up here an’ thear, filled wi bottles o’ all maks o’ stuff, an’ aw’d an old box ’at aw could lock up whear aw kept some pipes an bacca, an’ owt else at aw darn’t let awr fowk know ‘at aw had, an’ carefully put away under th’ bed wor another little box whear aw kept cannels.  Awm just th’ same as if aw can see mysen nah, as aw wor then, sat daan oth edge oth bed an’ th’ five paand nooat on th’ table anent me, studdyin what to buy.  Aw varily believe ’at aw bowt one hauf oth taan o’ Halifax, i’ mi mind, before aw went to sleep; an aw didn’t goa to sleep soa easily that neet as usual, for after aw’d put th’ cannel aght, aw bethowt me ’at skyleet mud be left unfastened, an’ soa aw had to get up an see.  When aw’d getten to bed agean aw felt sewer aw could hear summat stir under th’ bed, an’ aw listened for a long time an’ then aw felt sure ther wor somdy tryin to breik into th’ haase, for aw could hear’ em sawin away as if to cut a pannel aght oth door.  At last aw thowt awd wakken up some o’ awr fowk an let ’em know, but as sooin as aw oppened th’ door aw heeard it wor mi father snorin, soa a crept back to bed.  Aw wor just droppin off to sleep when a thowt struck me, ’at maybe some on ’em ud be comin up stairs ith mornin before aw wakkened, an’ they’d be sure to see that five paand nooat, an’ then aw should have to give an’ accaant on it, an’ mi father’d be sure to say he’d tak care on it for me, an’ aw know what that meant, soa aw jumped up age an an’ put it under th’ piller.  Aw did fall asleep in a while, but aw wakkened i’ gooid time ith mornin an’ th’ furst thing aw luk’d for wor that nooat, an’ thear it wor, all reight.  Then aw gate up an walked aght a bit wol th’ braikfast wor ready.  Aw hadn’t gooan far when aw met a chap smokin a cigar, an’ thinks aw, awl have a cigar.  Soa aw went into a shop an’ axed far a gaoid cigar.  ’Do yo want it very mild?’ he axed.  ‘Noa,’ aw sed, ’let me have it as strong as owt yo have.’  For, thinks aw, aw’l let him see at awm noa new beginner,—­tho to spaik th’ truth aw dooant think aw’d iver smok’d hauf a duzzen i’mi life.  ‘That’s the best and strongest cigar you can buy,’ he sed, holdin one up between his finger an thumb, but keepin a gooid distance off.  ‘Weel,’ aw sed, ‘aw’l tak that.’  ’But these cigars are sixpence each.’  Is that all?’ aw sed, as aw threw daan mi five paand nooat.  As sooin as he saw that he picked it up an’ held it up to th’ leet, an stroked it, and luk’d at me an’ smiled; and he seemed to tak a fancy to me all at once, an’ axed m’e whear aw lived, an what they call’d me, an’ a lot o’ things beside.  Then he gave me a leet for mi cigar, an’ he sed he thowt aw wor a judge ov a cigar as sooin as he saw me, an’ he had just one box ’at he’d like me to give my opinion on.  Weel, aw worn’t gooin to say at aw didn’t know th’ difference between a penny cigar an’ one worth a shillin, soa he showed me a box, an’ aw luk’d at