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"If my sisther met with a misfortune, it was many a betther woman's case than ever you'll be. Don't shout till you get out of the wood, ma'am. You dunna what's afore yourself.
"Wi' sich misgivings ey wonder ye wish to tak Alizon, madam," said Jennet; "fo she's os much o' her mother about her os me, onny she dunna choose to show it." "Peace, thou mischievous urchin," cried Mistress Nutter, losing all patience. "Shall I take her away?" said Harrop seizing her hand. "Ay, do," said Mistress Nutter.
"Well, by the livin', Dinny, I dunna where you get all this deep readin'." "Sure he gets it all in the Dixonary." "Bedad, that Dixonary must be a fine book entirely, to thim that undherstand it." "But, Dinny, will you tell Phadrick the Case of Conscience atween Barny Branagan's two goats an' Parra Ghastha's mare?"
Fly, aroon, an' don't let the grass grow undher your feet. An' Owen, darlin' but first sit over to the fire: here get over to this side, it's the snuggest; arrah, Owen an' sure I dunna what to ax you first. You're all well? all to the fore?" "All well, Bridget, an' thanks be to heaven, all to the fore." "Glory be to God! Throth it warms my heart to hear it.
For unless we thrate them Fathers liberally to a handsome allowance ov thropes and figures they'd set up heresy at onc't, so they would." "It's thru for you," says the Pope; "the figures ov spache is the pillars ov the Church." "Bedad," says his Riv'rence, "I dunna what we'd do widout them at all."
'If I came some day soon to your home, would you sing to me? he asked. 'I couldna. I'm promised for the bark-stripping. 'What's that? Hazel looked at him pityingly. 'Dunna you know what that is? 'I'm afraid not. 'It's fetching the bark off'n the failed trees ready for lugging. 'Where are the felled trees? 'Hunter's Spinney. 'That's close here. 'Ah. Edward was deep in thought.
'Dear now! Foxy and me, we dunna allus know what we want. 'You want me. 'Maybe. 'If you don't, you must learn to. And if you don't know what you want, you'll come to smash. 'But when I do know, folk take it off me. A long, mournful cry came down the passages. Hazel screamed. 'Be that the lady as no gold comforts? she whispered. 'No, you silly girl. It's a barn owl.
I'd a deal sooner be flogged mysel'; but yo're not a common wench, axing yo'r pardon, nor yet have yo' common ways about yo'. I'll e'en make a wry face, and go at it to-morrow. Dunna yo' think that he'll do it. That man has it in him to be burnt at the stake afore he'll give in. I do it for yo'r sake, Miss Hale, and it's first time in my life as e'er I give way to a woman.
You've spun a yarn as long as all the posts and rails round my seven acres, and I dunna see as you've yet hedged in so much as th' owd wise men o' Gotham did, and that's a cuckoo. I've heard just one sensible word, and that was to recommend a cast-iron pulpit, in preference to a wooden 'un.
"Oh!" cried the little girl, falling suddenly backwards. "What's the matter?" demanded Alizon, flying to her. "Ey dunna reetly knoa," replied Jennet. "She's seized with a sudden faintness," said Harrop. "Better she should go home then at once. I'll find somebody to take her." "Neaw, neaw, ey'n sit down here," said Jennet; "ey shan be better soon."
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