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An murderin's a graat sin, wheder it's witches or oother foak, 'In t' books they doan't coe it t' Witch's Pool at aw, said Louie, obstinately. 'They coe it t' Mermaid's Pool. 'An anoother book coes it a "Hammer-dry-ad," said David, mockingly, 'soa theer yo are.
Roon awa' loike men, but dinnot hurt the women. "Hurrah!" cried the shrill voices, more shrilly still. "Hurrah?" repeated John. "Weel, hurrah loike men too. Noo then, look out. Hip hip hip hurrah!" "Hurrah!" cried the voices. "Hurrah! agean," said John. "Looder still." The boys obeyed. "Anoother!" said John. "Dinnot be afeared on it Let's have a good un!" "Hurrah!"
Holding up her apron with one hand, she clutched the arm of her master's chair with the other and dragged herself to her feet. "I'll mop it oop," she repeated, shamefast. "I told you to go," said the Vicar. "I'll fetch yo anoother glass?" she whispered. Her voice was hoarse with the spasm in her throat. "No," said the Vicar. Essy slunk back into her kitchen with terror in her heart.
But ef I goa yo'll nat find anoother woman as'll coom to yo'. There's nat woon as'll keer mooch t' work for yore laady." "Wull yo' wark for 'er, Maaggie?" he had said. And Maggie, with a sullen look and hitching her coarse apron, had replied remarkably: "Ef Assy Gaale can wash fer er I rackon I can shift to baake an' clane." "Wull yo' waait on 'er?" he had persisted.
Let thousands upon thousands alone, aw leading the like lives and aw faw'en into the like muddle, and they will be as one, and yo will be as anoother, wi' a black unpassable world betwixt yo, just as long or short a time as sich-like misery can last.
Melrose hurriedly named a patent food some special biscuits bananas. "Yo' can have the milk yo' want fro' t' farm," said Mrs. Dixon slowly, in reply; "but there's nowt of aw them things i' t' house as I knows on." "Then we must send for them." Mrs. Dixon shook her head. "There won't be anoother cart goin' in till t' day after to-morrow." "I can't have the baby neglected!" exclaimed Mrs.
So it's very lucky you come today, or you'd have missed us; and as it is, unless you could come and tea with me tonight, we shan't see anything more of you before we go away. 'Dean't say anoother wurd, returned the Yorkshireman, shaking him by the hand. 'We'd coom, if it was twonty mile.
"I s'all not goa and see him, Mr. Cartaret." She was very quiet. "Very good. Then I shall pay you a month's wages and you will go on Saturday." It was then that her mouth trembled so that her eyes shone large through her tears. "I wasn't gawn to staay, sir to be a trooble. I sud a gien yo' nawtice in anoother moonth." She paused.
I'm afraid of her." "Afraid o' pore Maaggie?" He took it in. He wondered. He thought he understood. "Maaggie sall goa. I'll 'ave anoother. An' yo sall 'ave a yooung laass t' waait on yo. Ef it's Maaggie, shea sall nat stand in yore road." "It isn't Maggie altogether." "Than for Gawd's saake, loove, what is it?" She sobbed. "It's everything. It's something in this house in this room."
'Now hold on by the rope, and lay your quarter-staffs across, my lads; and keep your guns pointing to heaven, lest haply we shoot one another. 'Us shan't never shutt one anoother, wi' our goons at that mark, I reckon, said an oldish chap, but as tough as leather, and esteemed a wit for his dryness.
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