"Lord, Old Un!" exclaimed Simon, "who's a-talkin' o' fadin's an' churchyards? I don't like it let's talk o' summ'at else." "Simon," said the Ancient, shaking his head reprovingly, "ye be a good bye ah! a steady, dootiful lad ye be, I don't deny it; but the Lord aren't give you no imagination, which, arter all, you should be main thankful for; a imagination's a troublesome thing aren't it, Peter?"