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"'E-es, and where be they now, Joseph? Where be the lambs as I got up afore light in the frostis and snow to attend to? Where be they? Ye know so well as I do as butcher had 'em, every one. That's my complaint you do never let me keep a thing as isn't for killin'. A body'd need a heart o' stone to stand it. This 'ere pig ye know right well as he'll be bacon afore this time next year."
The farmer did not answer, but in spite of himself a dawning expression of interest was perceptible on his face. "'E-es, an' he must ha' broke through a hedge to get out; he be cut about terrible wi' thorns."
It do seem cruel hard as he shouldn't end his days on the place where he was bred." "My dear woman," said her husband loftily, "what good would it do the poor beast to end his days here instead of up yonder? He's bound to end 'em anyways, and we are twenty-two shillin' the better for lettin' of en go to the kennels." "Twenty-two shillin'?" repeated his wife. "'E-es, not so bad, be it?
"A pleasant change, I should think," a gruff man was beginning an unattractive person this, with a week-old beard and a frowning brow, when an old fellow, who had been sitting disconsolately in the corner of the room, suddenly struck in: "I d' 'low, Giles, ye'll be like to miss we when ye're all among strangers, I d' 'low ye will. 'E-es, ye'll be like to miss we just so much as us'll miss you."
"I d' 'low she will be opset," said Betty meaningly, "and it bain't only along of him bein' killed, poor feller, but you'd never think, Mrs. Haskell, how things have a-turned out. Ye mind that maid up to Bartlett's what he was a-courtin'?" "'E-es, to be sure I do. A great big bouncin' wench as ever I did see, wi' her red head an' all."
'Twould ha' been more cheerful like if you'd ha' been going home." "'E-es," agreed Giles, also for the fortieth time, "'e-es I d' 'low it would, but I ain't had no folk there! I can scarce mind when I had any. I never so much as heerd the name o' this 'ere chap what has left me his fortun'. Never heerd his name never so much as knowed he were born." "Dear to be sure! It seems strange, don't it?
I consider you've behaved most heartless an' unfeelin' in comin' here to try an' make mischief between man an' wife. I thank the Lard," she added piously, "as I need never ha' no more to do with you. Walk out o' my house, if ye please " "Your house," interpolated Sam, a note of astonished query perceptible in his tone despite its sulkiness. "'E-es," said Jenny firmly.
It's me what's married your darter, bain't it?" "It be, Samuel; 'e-es I d' 'low it be," returned Mrs. Pitcher, with a deprecating glance at the yeoman who was now rolling up the rug. "We all on us thought as Abel was dead, ye see." "Meanin', I suppose, as if ye knowed he was alive I shouldn't ha' had her," retorted Sam explosively.
"First turn at the end of the lane, then third house on the right, and ax for Mrs. Tapper," he repeated to himself from time to time. "First turn, and third house 'e-es I can mind it right enough third house and ax for Mrs. Tapper." "'Tis a pity," said some one for the fortieth time that day, "'tis a pity, Mr. Maine, as you ain't got no folks o' your own. Ah, 'tis a pity, sure.
Dear, to be sure, 'tis a beautiful sight, they two faces side by side. The maid doesn't favour her daddy a bit nay, 'tis the very pictur' o' the pore wife." "'E-es; she had that yellow hair, and them great big blue eyes. There, I've a-got a china cup at home what be jist the same colour. 'Tisn't nat'ral for a maid to have eyes that blue. I wouldn't mention it to Mrs.
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