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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Then they never will want that house rent-free, nor the fat pig, nor any other presents. Oh, Insie, how very much better that will be! I find it so much nicer always to get thing's than to give them. And people are so good-natured, when they have done it, and can talk of it. Insie, they shall give me something when I marry you, and as often as they like afterward."
And we might have done very well with rain-water." "Oh, Insie! don't be so cold-hearted. Who can drink rain-water? I have got something very good for you indeed. I have carried it all the way myself; and only a strong man could have done it. Why, you have got stockings on, I declare; but I like you much better without them."
Bert was called, sat by the fire, with his wife and daughter, and listened very calmly to the whistle of the wind, and the sliding of the soft fall that blocked his window-panes. Insie was reading, Mrs. Bert was knitting stockings, and Mr. Bert was thinking of his own strange life.
Here Maunder, the surviving son, grew up, and Insie, their last child, was born; and the land enjoyed peace for twenty years, because it was of little value. A man who had been about the world so loosely must have found it hard to be boxed up here, except for the lowering of strength and pride by sorrow of affection, and sore bodily affliction.
Bart replied, with a bow that was decisive, "if I am not, it is my own fault, as it is the fault of every man." At this present moment they were standing with their children, Lancelot and Insie, who had nicely recovered from matrimony, and began to be too high-spirited. They all knew, by virtue of Mr.
I am not going up to my middle for nothing; I know that you want to laugh at me." "You must have a very low middle," said Insie; "why, it never comes half way to my knees." "You have got no stockings, and no new gaiters," Lancelot answered, reasonably; and then, like two children, they set to and laughed, till the gill almost echoed with them.
The four who lived there "Bat and Zilpic, Maunder and Insie, of the Gill" had nothing to do with, and little to say to, any of the scatterling folk about them, across the blue distance of the moor.
For one happy fact the youth deserved some credit, or rather, perhaps, his youth deserved it for him. He was madly in love with Insie, and his passion could not be of very high spiritual order; but the idea of obtaining her dishonorably never occurred to his mind for one moment.
"Why, you're holding the mouth of the pitcher down stream!" Insie could hardly speak for laughing. "Is that how you go to fill a pitcher?" "Yes, and the right way too," he answered; "the best water always comes up the eddies. You ought to be old enough to know that." "I don't know anything at all except that you are ruining your best clothes." "I don't care twopence for such rubbish.
Inside his waistcoat he wore a hare-skin, and his heart began to give rapid thumps against it. He knew that he was going into bodily peril worse than any frost or snow. For a long month he had not even seen his Insie, and his hot young heart had never before been treated so contemptuously. He had been allowed to show himself in the gill at his regular interval, a fortnight ago.
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