Styrm's hand cracked like thunder once against his knee and he rolled back.
"'Ey, some'un looks mighty pleased with 'erself, she does! But when yer right, yer right," he said with a shake of his head. "Aye, an' the second name's almost the same. Swap yer Os fer As. Ye can write 'er out later." He grinned broadly and his words took on a sort of slow and heavy thickness.Â
"Now," he said, his hand against his chest, "ye'll spell mine."
"'Ey, some'un looks mighty pleased with 'erself, she does! But when yer right, yer right," he said with a shake of his head. "Aye, an' the second name's almost the same. Swap yer Os fer As. Ye can write 'er out later." He grinned broadly and his words took on a sort of slow and heavy thickness.Â
"Now," he said, his hand against his chest, "ye'll spell mine."
