Caradoc Evans, My People: Stories of the Peasantry of West Wales (1915)
“ Jos showed his narrow teeth. “A yellow sovereign all but a crown,” he answered. “If I die, go she and speak to Peter Shop Watches in Castellybryn.” “Little Jos Gernos,” said Nansi, “there’s wasteful he is. Why he now go to Betti the widow of Shim, and say to her: ‘Betti fach, lend you me your old ring for to wed Leisa the daughter of Silas Penlon. In want you are, Betti, and I will reward you with buttermilk.’” Jos shifted a foot, and placed it near the milk that had escaped and had formed into a small pool in a hollow in the earthen floor. ”
