“Are you tired?” asked the clergyman.
“Tired? I ham that,” replied Morel. “YOU don’t know what it is to be tired, as I’M tired.”
“No,” replied the clergyman.
“Why, look yer ‘ere,” said the miner, showing the shoulders of his singlet. “It’s a bit dry now, but it’s wet as a clout with sweat even yet. Feel it.”
“Goodness!” cried Mrs. Morel. “Mr. Heaton doesn’t want to feel your nasty singlet.”