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"Dae ye ken 'at yon hizzy ye've ta'en intill yer hoose ca's hersel' Mary Gemmell?" "Oh, well, what's in a name?" "I wonner tae hear ye, Davvit! What wad yer faither hae thocht aboot it, or yer gran'faither? Gie'n the femly name, that's come doon unspotted frae ae generation till anither, tae a funnlin' aff the streets! Ou, ay!
"Everybody knows the last experiments there. The place has been empty for ten months, and those who touched it in recent years only broke their hearts and wasted their substance." "Well, they weern't such men as Will. Theer's a fitness about it, tu; for Will's awn gran'faither prospered at Newtake; an' if he could get a living, another may. Mother do like the thought of Will being there somehow."
"If theer's awnly a bit o' the gracious gudeness of his gran'faither in un, 'twill prove a prosperous infant." "Thank God for a happy end to all my prayers," said Mr. Lyddon. "Billy, get Will something to eat an' drink. I guess he's hungry an' starved." "Caan't eat, Miller; but I'll have a drop of the best, if it's all the same to you. Us must drink their healths, both of 'em.
"Theer's some of the upland farms might be wanting harrowin' an' seed plantin' done." "Who's to Newtake, Gran'faither Ford's auld plaace, I wonder?" "'Tis empty. The last folks left 'fore you went away. Couldn't squeeze bare life out of it. That's the fourth party as have tried an' failed." "Yet gran'faither done all right."
I was set on his gwaine to Newtake as master, like his gran'faither afore him. I urged the step hot, and I liked the thought of it." "So did he else he wouldn't have gone." "You caan't say that. He might have done different but for love of me. 'T is I as have stood in his way in this thing." "Doan't fret yourself with such a thought, Mrs. Blanchard; Will's the sort as steers his awn ship.
"Aye, I hope so, I b'lieve 'tis so; but you'll have to live hard, an' work hard, an' be hard, if you wants to prosper here. Your gran'faither stood to the work like a giant, an' the sharpest-fashion weather hurt him no worse than if he'd been a granite tor. Steel-built to his heart's core, an' needed to be." "An' I be a stern, far-seein' man, same as him.
"He's dead Uncle he went quite sudden at the end; an' he'm to lie to Chagford wi' gran'faither an' gran'mother." "Dead! My God! An' I never seed un more! The best friend to me ever I had leastways I thought so till this marnin'." "You may think so still." "Ess, so I do. A kind man inside his skin. I knawed un better'n most people an' he meant well when he married me, out of pure love to us both."
"Right as ninepence, faither gran'faither, I should say. A butivul li'l man she've got out o' the common fine, Parsons says, as ought to knaw fat as a slug wi' 'mazin' dark curls on his wee head, though my mother says 'tis awnly a sort o' catch-crop, an' not the lasting hair as'll come arter." "A bwoy! Glory be!" said Mr. Blee.
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