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But there was always a warm welcome to friends, however roughly given; and after the words of this were spoken, the next rose up equally naturally in the mind of Mrs Corney. 'And what will ye tak'? Eh! but t' measter 'll be fine and vexed at your comin' when he's away. He's off to Horncastle t' sell some colts, and he'll not be back till to-morrow's neet.
It's very thin pikein'; but very little does for me, an' aw've nought but mysel'. Yo see'n, aw get a bit ov a job neaw an' then, an' a scrat amung th' rook, like an owd hen. But aw'll tell yo one thing; aw'll not go up yon, iv aw can help it, aw'll not." See yo, he'll sit an' clem fro mornin' to neet afore he'll ax oather relief folk or onybody else for a bite."
Good neet, Mary; it's like ye'll be a' thrang eneuf to-morrow wi' the feast for the berryin', and it's like eneuf ma mistress and laal Liza will be ower at the windin'." The dame sighed audibly. "And keep up a blithe heart, Mary. Remember, he that has gude crops may thole some thistles." When the door had closed behind the weaver, Willy came back to the kitchen from his little room.
Ey noticed Elizabeth Device near th' stables last neet, an ey shouldna wonder if hoo ha' bewitched him." "Neaw doubt on't," replied another groom. "Howsomever we mun contrive to ketch him, or Sir Roaph win send us aw abowt our business. "Ey wish yo'd contrive to do it, then, Tum Lomax," replied Peter, "fo' ey'm fairly blowd. Dang me, if ey ever seed sich hey-go-mad wark i' my born days.
'Aye, they're a poor lot, returned David, shortly, and walked on as far in front of his uncle as might be, with his head in the air and his moody look fixed on the distance. 'T' Wigsons ull be late gettin whoam, began Reuben again, with an uneasy look at the boy. 'Owd Wigson wor that full up wi yell when I last seed him they'll ha a job to get him started straight this neet.
An' that's fifty year ago, lad, and I've never slept out o' th' owd haas from that neet to this, and I durnd want to leave it naa. 'Well, durnd tak' on like that, mother; if tha' does thaa'll break my heart. We shall happen stop yet, who knows? and Jim almost choked with the lie which he told in his wild anguish to stay the torrent of his mother's grief.
"What do you think happened to Parrawhite, Mr. Pickard?" asked Byner. "Gow, I know what I think!" replied Pickard disgustedly. "I think 'at if he did get any brass out o' Pratt which is what I know nowt about, and hewn't much belief in he went straight away fro' t' town vanished! I do know this he nivver went back to his lodgin's that neet, 'cause I went theer mysen next day to inquire."
'Why it's bare five now! bless t' lad, does he think o' staying theere a' neet, and they up so late last night, and Mrs. Robson ailing beside? Mother 'll not think it kind on yo' either, will she, Bess? 'I dunno. Charley mun do as he likes; I daresay no one'll miss him if he does bide away till eight. 'Well, well!
An' hoo used to come to this house every Sunday neet, an' read th' Scripturs; an' th' place wur olez crammed th' stairs an o'. Up-groon fellows used to come an' larn fro her, just same as childer they did for sure great rough colliers, an' o' mak's. Hoo used to warn 'em again drinkin', an' get 'em to promise that they wouldn't taste for sich a time.
So I took to watchin' her an' tryin' to mak' friends wi her, but I never had much luck wi' her till one neet I was goin' home through th' snow, and I seed her afore tighten' th' drift wi' nowt but a thin shawl over her head; so I goes up behind her an' I says to her, steady and respecful, so as she wouldna be feart, I says: "'Lass, let me see thee home.
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