An ïf that ïs tha wye God pits claes on tha gress o tha fiel, that's here theday an throwed ïntae tha fire themorra, dae you dooters no unnèrstan that he'll luk eftèr you anaa?
“Whar ïs yer faith?” he axt thaim. An the' wur feart, an the' wunnèrt, an the' saed tae yin anither, “Whut kine o a man ïs thïs, that can mak e'en tha wun an tha waves dae as he bïds thaim!”