craythur

I used the last o mine this mornin for the pore old craythur.

Then cook had given her a drap of the craythur to keep out the cold.

Oh, and it's yersilf that don't shoy off from a dthrop o' the craythur whin yer thravellin' the thrail.

Aw, he's been helped—there's that Mister Loviboy, a power of money the craythur must have had out of him.

I wondher does my mother know I'm tuk away—and Oonah, too, the craythur, would be sorry for me.