The parson's daughter spoke pleasantly, but with a hint of rebuke, to one of her father's humble parishioners:
"Good morning, Giles. I haven't noticed you in church for the last few weeks."
"No, miss," the man answered. "I've been oop at Noocaste a-visitin' my old 'aunts. And strange, miss, ain't it, I don't see no change in 'em since I was a child like?"
The parson's daughter was duly impressed.
"What wonderful old ladies they must be!"
But the man shook his head, and explained with remarkable clearness:
"I didn't say 'arnts', miss. I said 'awnts'--'aunts where I used to wander in my childhood days like."
