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I'm not so sure it'll do at all." "Oh, fayther," cried Betty, "you must do what the gentleman axes you. It may do good to some poor creatures, and lead 'em to sign. It's only a small candle-end as the Lord's given such as we are, but we must light it, and let it shine."
Becky stuck her needle in her work and scrambled down with a red shy face to shake hands; but Tiza, instead of coming down, only climbed a little higher, and peeped at the others between the branches. "We came down to the house when fayther took the milk this morning," said Becky. "We thought maybe we'd see you in the garden. Only Tiza said she'd run away if she did see you."
And this is your husband, I reckon, and these are your childer; have you any more?" "No," said John Walters; "these two are all. Well, you're heartily welcome, Samuel. I'm glad to see you. Betty'll leave fretting now." "Ay, and fayther too," cried Betty. "O Sammul, I am so glad to see you.
The old un's gone down, and locked the cross-door, and left me to watch. They think I care nout about ye, no more nor themselves. I donna know all, but summat more nor her. They tell her nout, she's so gi'n to drink; they say she's not safe, an' awful quarrelsome. I hear a deal when fayther and Master Dudley be a-talkin' in the mill.
To his best she had a right, and with that she was content, smiling on her husband with eyes full of a love as tender and true as when in the old days she had gazed down upon her lover from the cliff-head, while the mother laid her hand softly on his scanty hair, and said solemnly, "May God keep thee thus, my son!" adding, after a moment's pause, "But I wish thy fayther was here to see."
But oh, mother, mother, you and fayther mustn't do by him as you have done! you'll snap the spring if you strain it too hard; you must draw our Sammul, you mustn't drive him, or maybe you'll drive him right away from home, if you haven't driven him now." So saying, she closed the door with a heavy heart, and took the same road that her father had gone before her.
On the trunk of one of these I sat down to rest, Mary Quince meanwhile pattering about in unmeaning explorations. While thus listlessly seated, the girl Meg Hawkes, walked by, carrying a basket. 'Hish! she said quickly, as she passed, without altering a pace or raising her eyes; 'don't ye speak nor look fayther spies us; I'll tell ye next turn. 'Next turn' when was that?
I did the making and mending on the farm, but one day at noon, when I happened to be away, father went upstairs for a hammer or something and discovered the mysterious machine back of the bedstead. My sister Margaret saw him on his knees examining it, and at the first opportunity whispered in my ear, "John, fayther saw that thing you're making upstairs."
When I returned, having made this dispositions, I perceived how pale the girl was. 'Are you ill, Meg? I asked. 'Never ye mind. Well enough. Listen, Miss; I must tell it all in a crack, an' if she calls, rin awa' to her, and le' me to myself, for if fayther or t'other un wor to kotch me here, I think they'd kill me a'most. Hish!
It were not right I see it now I were misguided it were not right to my poor Betty, my loving sister it were selfish to leave her to bear all the trouble by herself, and it were not right by you, fayther, nor by poor dear mother.
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