Goslings by J.D. Beresford

Near Wycombe a woman rose from under the hedge as the Goslings approached, and came out into the middle of the road. She was a stout, florid woman, whose age might have been anything between forty and fifty. Her gait and the droop of her shoulders, rather than the flaccidity of her rather loose skin, gave her the appearance of being past middle age.

"Goot morning," she said as the Goslings came up. "If it iss no inconvenience I would like to come with you. " She spoke with a foreign accent, thickening her final consonants and giving a different value to some of her vowels.