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An' seein' how Miller's left us to sail our awn boat to hell but still, if you'm set on it." He crossed it out, then suddenly laughed until the walls rang. "Hush! You'll wake everybody. What do 'e find to be happy about?" "I was thinkin' that down in them furrin, fiery paarts we'm gwaine to, as your wax plums an' pears'll damned soon run away. They'll melt for sartin!" "Caan't be so hot as that!
Nobody spoke for some minutes, then Billy, having pondered the point in silence, suddenly relieved his mind and attacked Will, to the astonishment of all present. "'Tis a black thought for you to knaw this trouble's of your awn wicked hatching, Farmer," he said abruptly; "though it ban't a very likely time to say so, perhaps. Yet theer's life still, so I speak."
I wonder he haven't rotted away wi' his awn bile 'fore now." "But that weern't all. He talked an' talked, an' threatened if you didn't go an' see him, as he'd tell 'bout you in the past, when you was away that autumn-time 'fore us was married." "Did he, by God! Doan't he wish he knawed!" "He does knaw, Will least he said he did." "Never dream it, Phoebe. 'T is a lie. For why?
Gude-bye, Phoebe dearie; I've done what 'peared to me a gert deed for love of 'e; but the sight of 'e brings it down into no mighty matter." "You've saved my life, Will saved all my days; an' while I've got a heart beating 't will be yourn, an' I'll work for 'e, an' slave for 'e, an' think for 'e, an' love 'e so long as I live an' pray for 'e, tu, Will, my awn!"
Workin' out o' core be a new game for you." "I couldn' sleep for thinkin' 'bout 'bout the pig an' wan thing an' 'nother." "He's pork now, or nearly. You heard butcher promise me some nattlins, dedn' 'e? You'd best walk up to Paul bimebye an' fetch, 'em. 'Tis easier to call to mind other folk's promises than our awn. He said the same last pig-killin' an' it comed to nort."
"Theer's no eternal, lasting fashion o' love but a mother's to her awn male childer," croaked the other. "Sweethearts' love is a thing o' the blood a trick o' Nature to tickle us poor human things into breeding 'gainst our better wisdom; but what a mother feels doan't hang on no such broken reed. It's deeper down; it's hell an' heaven both to wance; it's life; an' to lose it is death. See!
Yet the fact faced them, and the crosses came in time to be one of the few subjects which Joan cared to talk upon. Even then it was to her uncle alone she opened her heart concerning them: Mary never unlocked the inner nature of her cousin. "I got names o' my awn for each of 'em," Joan confessed, "an' I seem they do knaw my comin' an' my secrets an' my troubles.
Theer's nought squenches a chap like havin' the bailiffs in." "Cruel luck! I'd meant to let him be sold out for his gude but now." "Do what you meant to. Doan't go back on it. 'Tis for his gude. 'Twas his awn mistake. He tawld me the blame was his. Let un get on the bed rock. Then he'll be meek as a worm." "I doubt it. A sale of his goods will break his heart." "Not it!
"You can speak like that you, my awn wife you, as ought to be heart an' soul with me in everything I do? An' the husband I am to 'e. Then I should reckon I be fairly alone in the world, an' no mistake 'cept for mother." Phoebe did not answer him. Her spark of anger was gone and she was passing quickly from temper to tears.
"Nay, nay," he said, when he had recovered his breath; "who's the Judas? that's a 'batable point, I reckon." "Giss!" cried Liza, without waiting to comprehend the significance of the insinuation, and like a true woman not dreaming that a charge of disloyalty could be advanced against her, "giss! giss!" the call to swine "thoo'rt thy mother's awn son the witch."
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