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Theer'll be no real marryin' for us yet a while. Faither can have the law of Will presently, that's all I knaw." "Trust Will to do the right thing; and mind, come what may to him, theer's allus Clem Hicks and me for friends." "Ban't likely to be many others left, come to-morrow night. But I've run away from my own thoughts to think of you and him often of late days.
You must call at the post-office in Penzance for letters, because I shall not send them here." "You'll print out what you writes big, so's I doan't miss nort, won't 'e?" "I'll make the meaning as clear as possible, Joan." "'Tis wisht to think as theer'll be hunderds o' miles 'twixt us. I doan't know how I be gwaine to live the days out." "Only a fortnight, remember."
She had let her cottage to holiday folk, and was spending a month on the Moor. Mrs. Blanchard surveyed the scene from under her sunbonnet and nodded. "Spare no trouble, no trouble, an' have it stacked come Saturday. Theer'll be thunder an' gert rains after this heat. Be the rushes ready for thatchin' of it?" "Not yet; but that's not to say I've forgot."
Hannah came forward and looked at the children at David white and blinking at the four-year-old Louie, bundled up in an old shawl, which dragged on the ground behind her, and staring wildly round her at the old low-roofed kitchen with the terror of the trapped bird. 'Hannah, they're varra cold, said Reuben 'ha yo got summat hot? 'Theer'll be supper bime-by, Hannah replied with decision.
He knows the value of money; an' Phoebe will help him when she comes up. The months slip by so quickly. By the time I've got the cobwebs out of the farm an' made the auld rooms water-sweet, I dare say theer'll be talk of his wife joining him." "You going up! This is the first I've heard of it." "I meant to tell 'e to-day. Mother is willing and I'm awnly tu glad.
Will laughed joyously in his wisdom. "Very gude of 'e to say that. 'Tis a happy thing to have sense enough. Not but we larn an' larn." "So we should. Well, I must be off now. I'm safe on the Moor to-day!" "Ess, by the looks of it. Theer'll likely come some mist after noon, but shouldn't be very thick."
So like's not he'd strike me dead for't, bein' that religious. But you must take me away, Jan, dear heart. I'm yourn now an' you must go on lovin' me allus, 'cause theer'll never be nobody else to not now. I've chose you an' gived 'e myself an' I caan't do no more." He listened to her delicious voice, and shut out the crude words as much as might be while he marked the music.
Never say no sawl's lost while you give all power to the Maker o' sawls. Go in fear, I sez, else theer'll come a whirlwind o' God-sent sorrer to strike wheer your heart's desire be rooted. 'Tis allus so allus " Tom entered upon these words, and Uncle Chirgwin's eyes dropping upon him as he spoke, his utterance sounded like a prophecy.
You bin on'y a lad, after all, pardon my bold way o' speakin', an' mebbe when you come to man's estate, why, theer'll be a knife an' fork fur you too, though I doubt we'll never see General Clive in these parts no moore. Here be my turnin'; good night to ya, sir." "Good night, Dickon."
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