özellikle ipswich town'la yorkshire arasındaki bölgede gözlemlediğim durum. bi tanesiyle aramızda şöyle bir diyalog geçti:
sara: ermy, you go for the box and we will set the table. (puts ermengarde out of the door.)
becky: oh, miss – oh, miss, ı know it’s you that asked her to let me come. ıt makes me cry to think of it.
sara (cheerfully, embracing her): no, no, you mustn’t cry.we must make haste and set the table. what can we
put on it? (sees red shawl) here’s her shawl – ı know she won’t mind. ıt will make such a nice red table-cloth. (picks it up and spreads it on table with becky’s help) what next? oh! (clasps hands delightedly) ı know, ı’ll look for something in my old trunk, that ı used to have when ı was a princess. (runs to trunk, opens it and rummages in it. stops and sees becky) becky, do you know what a banquet is?
becky: no, miss, is it something to be ‘et, or something to be wore?
sara (sitting by trunk): ıt’s a magnificent feast. kings have them, and queens, and lord mayors. we are going to have one. now begin to pretend just as hard as ever you can – and straighten the richly embroidered table-cloth. (sara turns to trunk again, as becky straightens table-cloth. becky then stands, squeezing her eyes tight shut, clenching her hands and holding her breath. sara takes package of handkerchiefs from trunk, rises to go to table, sees becky and laughs.)
sara: what are you doing, becky?
becky (opening her eyes and catching her breath): ı was pretending, miss. ıt takes a good bit of strength.
sara: yes, it does – just at first. but it doesn’t take so much when you get used to it. ı’m used to it. now
what do you suppose these are?
sonra bayaa bir gülmüştük...te allaam ya ne günlerdi.