Sammywell set varry quiet for a minnit or two, studyin things, an then he sed, “Ho!  Soa that’s it!  Well, we shall see!  Shoo’s left a shillin for th’ sweep but nowt for me.  Varry gooid.—­Then it just comes to this;—­If aw fotch a sweep, he gets th’ shillin an aw sit drymaath, but if aw sweep it misen aw’st have a shillin to spend, soa here gooas!” an he seized th’ pooaker an varry sooin had th’ foir scaled aght.

“Aw dooant think it’ll tak me aboon five minnits when aw start, an if aw dooant mak sich a gooid job on it shoo’ll nivver know unless shoo gooas up to see, an’ if shoo tries that trick it’s sewer to be weel swept bith’ time shoo comes daan agean,” an he put on his hat an went aght, lockin’ th’ door after him.

Wol he wor suppin his second two penoth, who should come in but his old chum Parker.

“Halloa, Sammy!” he sed, “What’s up?  Aw’ve just met th’ mistress and shoo sed shoo’d left thee at hooam, varry thrang.”

“Did shoo?  Well, tha sees aw havn’t started yet, but aw’st ha to mak a beginnin varry sooin, tho aw must say its a job at’s a bit aght o’ my line.”

“Why, whativver is it?”

“Its nobbut th’ chimley wants sweepin, an aw doant fairly know ha to set abaat it.”

“Oh, if that’s all, aw can tell thi ha to manage that.  It willn’t tak thi aboon five minnits.”

“Thar’t just th’ chap aw wanted to see.  Call for twopenoth for thisen an then tell me ha to goa on.”

Parker didn’t need axin twice, an when he’d getten it, he sed,

“Tha doesn’t keep hens, does ta?”

“Noa, aw keep nowt but Mally an misen, an awr Hepsabah’s childer th’ mooast oth’ time.”

“Well, but some oth’ naybors do; an tha could borrow one for a few minnits.  A gooid old cock wod be th’ best.”

“Eeah, aw could get one at belangs th’ chap at lives th’ next door but one.  They’re all off at their wark but aw could get one aght o’ their yard withaat axin.”

“Well, then, its easy enuff.  All tha wants is a long piece o’ string, an a stooan teed at one end.  Then tha mun get on top oth’ haase an drop th’ stooan daan th’ chimley, an it’ll roll daan into th’ foir-grate,—­then tee tother end oth’ string to chicken’s legs, and shove it, tail furst, daan th’ chimley pot, an then goa into th’ haase an pool it daan th’ flue, an all th’ sooit will come wi it, an it’ll be a cleeaner job nor if all th’ sweeps ith’ taan had been at it.”

“Bith’ heart!  Parker, aw’st nivver ha thowt o’ that.  Aw’ll goa an do it at once.  Aw could do wi a job like this ivvery day ith’ wick.”

Sammywell went hooam i’ famous glee.  He sooin gate some string an teed a nice cobble stooan to th’ end on it, an then he gate up onto th’ wesh-haase an easily climb’d onto th’ thack.  He made sewer which wor th’ reight chimley pot and dropt th’ stooan daan as Parker had tell’d him an daan it went till he could hear it rattle ith’ empty foir-grate quite plainly, an then he went daan agean to get th’ chicken.