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"Drunk or sober, allus 'derstand you." "Then listen." And out came the tale that Wolverstone had told. The Captain steadied himself to grasp it. "It'll do as well asertruth," said he when Wolverstone had finished. "And... oh, no marrer! Much obliged to ye, Old Wolf faithful Old Wolf! But was it worthertrouble? I'm norrer pirate now; never a pirate again.
Veale, although sadly bemused, at once said that he could refuse nothing to the wife of his preserver. "Oh, lor-a-mussy, yes, mum, you may 'aave my little Norrer an' do what you like wi' her. Bless her heart, I look on Norrer and her brothers to be the comfort o' my old age, but I wunt stan' in their light to interfere wi' what's best for any of 'em."
"I do think that's little Norrer Veale, but I ben't sure." "Yes, it is," said Dale, turning and speaking sharply. "What about her?" "Lord, how she's coming on," said the old man. "She's an advertisement to your larder, sir;" and he stared at the girl. "Fillin' out into all a piece o' goods, ben't un?" Then he laughed, in peasant style.
"I think I espy," he quoted presently, "'virtue and valour crouched in thine eye. And yet.., and yet... if I had cause to think it true, I'd... I'd run you through the vitals jus' so," and he prodded Richard's waistcoat with the point of his pipe-stem. His swarthy face darkened, his eyes glittered fiercely. "Are ye sure ye're norrer foul traitor?" he demanded suddenly.
"I'll try and remember, dear," said Mrs. Korner. "Pearsterme," said Mr. Korner, between mouthfuls, "you're norrer sort of housekeeper I want." "I'll try to be, dear," pleaded Mrs. Korner. "Where's your books?" Mr. Korner suddenly demanded. "My books?" repeated Mrs. Korner, in astonishment. Mr. Korner struck the corner of the table with his fist, which made most things in the room, including Mrs.
Thet creek's norrer but hit's deep beyond fordin'. We needs must swim our mules acros't." Brent shuddered at the sight of the chill water but Bud went on inexorably. "Now, ye've got ter start as fur up es ye handily kin because ther current's swift an' if hit carries yer beyond thet small bend ye comes out in quicksand. Jest foller me. I'll go fust."
Ira Forman rose from his task of packing the luncheon paraphernalia on the white beach near a life-saving station. He had regaled them as they picniced with narratives of shipwreck and tempest, swelling with the prideful importance of a singer of sagas. Now he bit into a plug which looked like a chunk of black cake and spat into the sand. "See that boat over yon in the norrer channal?
Here, however, he had the girl on neutral ground and meant to seize his opportunity. So he strolled over to her with an ingratiating smile. "Aleck," he began in the drawling voice which he himself rather fancied, "we hed a right norrer squeak of hit back thar didn't we?"
"They do tell me," said humble folk quite far afield, "that Mr. Dale up to Vine-Pits hev adapted little Norrer Veale same as if 'twas his own darter; and I sin her myself ridin' to her schoolin' in Mr. Dale's wagon. I allus held that Abe Veale was born a lucky one, fer nobody ever comes adapting my childer; an' how hey he kep' out o' jail all his days, if 'tisn't the luck?"
Once, when Dale had stopped thus to talk to Mr. Maghull, there were two field-laborers leaning against a gate and discussing people as they passed. Neither of them was a Baptist. One was a stupid old man, and his would-be-funny chatter, at which the other kept guffawing, bothered Dale in his serious conversation with Mr. Maghull. "Be that little Norrer Veale?" "I dunno."
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