Whan Jesus wus trevelin on frae thair, he saa a tex man bi tha name o Mattha sïttin ïn hïs hut. “Follae me,” he toul hïm, an Mattha ris up an follaed hïm.
Is thïs no jist tha cairpentèr? An he's Mary's sinn, ïsn't he, an tha brither o Jeames, Joseph, Judas an Simon? Is hïs sïstèrs no here wi iz?” An the' tuk umrage at hïm.