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.”
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.”