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The Missis wants 'e your aunt I should say." "Wants me?" "Ess. 'T is wan o' her bad days, wi' her liver an' lights a bitin' at her like savage creatures. She'm set on seein' you, an' if I go home-along without 'e, she'll awnly cuss." "What can she want me for?" "She 's sick 'n' taken a turn for the wuss, last few days. Doctor Parsons doan't reckon she can hold out much longer.
He knew there was not a soul near, for the people from the farm at the foot of the spinney had all gone to church. 'Look here, Hazel, he said, not unkindly; 'you've got to give in, see? 'I see nought. 'You've got to come and live with me at Undern. You can wear those fine dresses. 'I'm a-cold, said Hazel; 'the sun's undering; I'd best go home-along. 'Come on, then. Up you get.
"'Tis for the young birds somewheers," he thought; "an' so they'll thrive an' turn out braave owlets come bimebye; but the li'l, squeakin', blind shrews, what'll they do when no mother comes home-along to 'em?" He mused drearily upon this theme, but suddenly started, for there came the echo of slow steps in the underwood behind him.
'Well, well; I've not held out against the figure o' starvation these five-and-twenty year, on nine shillings a week, to be afeard of a walking vapour, sweet or savoury, said Hezzy. 'So here's home-along. 'Bide a bit longer, and I'm going too, continued Fry.
"How dark 'tis now the fire's gone down!" said Christian Cantle, looking behind him with his hare eyes. "Don't ye think we'd better get home-along, neighbours? The heth isn't haunted, I know; but we'd better get home... Ah, what was that?" "Only the wind," said the turf-cutter. "I don't think Fifth-of-Novembers ought to be kept up by night except in towns.
"And now." said the bailiff, finally, "all is settled, I think, about your coming, and I am going home-along. Good-night to ye, shepherd." "Can you get me a lodging?" inquired Gabriel. "That I can't, indeed," he said, moving past Oak as a Christian edges past an offertory-plate when he does not mean to contribute.
He's not one of the old set, but have jined us because t'other couldn't come." "But he will take something?" persisted Yeobright. "Try a glass of mead or elder-wine." "Yes, you had better try that," said the Saracen. "It will keep the cold out going home-along." Though Eustacia could not eat without uncovering her face she could drink easily enough beneath her disguise.
'We brought the cart, maning to go right on to Castle Boterel afore ye landed, said his father. "Put in the horse," says Martin. "Ay," says I, "so we will;" and did it straightway. Now, maybe, Martin had better go on wi' the cart for the things, and you and I walk home-along. 'And I shall be back a'most as soon as you.
There could be hardly any danger in postponing any desirable change of air as long as the warm weather lasted, and for such a reason. Suddenly recollecting himself, he said, "Your time must be precious, doctor. I'll get home-along. I am much obliged to ye. As you will see her often, you'll discover for yourself if anything serious is the matter."
He's not one of the old set, but have jined us because t'other couldn't come." "But he will take something?" persisted Yeobright. "Try a glass of mead or elder-wine." "Yes, you had better try that," said the Saracen. "It will keep the cold out going home-along." Though Eustacia could not eat without uncovering her face she could drink easily enough beneath her disguise.
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