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"Well the lil' laass isn' breaaking 'er 'eart fer him, t' joodge by the looks of 'er. I naver saw sech a chaange in anybody in a moonth." "'T assn' takken mooch to maake 'er 'appy," said Mrs. Gale. For Essy, who had informed her, was not subtle. But of Ally's happiness there could be no doubt. It lapped her, soaked into her like water and air.
"It isn' like un," said Mrs Maggot, shading her eyes with her hand; "sure, it do look like a boatsman." "Iss, I do see his cutlash," said little Grace; "and there's another man comin' down road to meet un." "Haste 'ee, Grace," cried Mrs Maggot, leaping up and plucking her last-born out of the cradle, "take the cheeld in to Mrs Penrose, an' bide theer till I send for 'ee dost a hear?"
Fog? A man like Jo Pomery isn' one to mistake a little pride-o'-the-mornin' for proper thick weather the more by token it's been liftin' this hour and more. But 'tis a likelier guess anyway, the Gauntlet being from foreign. 'Lost his bearin's, says you, and come, as you might say, slap through the Manacles; an' by accident, as you might say!
"'Tis the Dane. He went over to Truro yesterday to the wrastlin', an' got thrawed. I tell'n there's no call to be shamed. 'Twas Luke the Wendron fella did it in the treble play inside lock backward, and as pretty a chip as ever I see." Mendarva began to illustrate it with foot and ankle, but checked himself, and glanced nervously over his shoulder. "Isn' lookin', I hope?
'Make it one or t'other I don't care, said I: and he weighed the choice so long, bein' a cautious man, that we missed to make up any bet at all. If you'll believe me, that year they rowed a dead heat." "Very curious," commented Cai. "But that isn' the end," continued the barber. "Next year he'd washed his necktie again, and that 'twas Cambridge he couldn' dispute.
"That," said 'Bias sententiously, withdrawing his pipe from his lips, "isn' business, but pleasure." "You may not believe it, Captain Hocken," protested Mrs Bosenna, "but 'spillikins' helps me to fix my thoughts. And you ought to feel flattered, really you ought " She laughed now, and archly "Because, as a fact, I was fixing them on you at the very moment Dinah showed you in!"
"Thank yo'," he said stiffly and came in. "I caan't get oop wi' t' baaby. But there's a chair soomwhere." He found it and sat down. "Are yo' woondering why I've coom, Essy?" "Naw, Jim. I wasn't woondering about yo' at all." Her voice was sweet and placable. She followed the direction of his eyes. "'E's better. Ef thot's what yo've coom for." "It isn' what I've coom for.
"Nonsense your tellin'," 'Bert interrupted. "Father's put on his uniform. How can you make it that things ben't differ'nt, after that?" "An' he's here!" 'Biades nodded, over his half-lifted spoon, at Nicky-Nan. "Oh!" said 'Bert, "that isn' because of the War. That's to say Good-bye, because he's turnin' out this week."
For, I don't mind tellin' you, when he talked about your enterin' public life I dropped a hint to him." "'Bias Hunken isn' the only friend I have in the world," answered Cai, with a sudden flush. "I hope not," said Mr Rogers. "There's me, f'r instance: an' you've heard my opinion. That ought to be good enough for him eh, child?" he turned to Fancy, who had been watching Cai's face with interest.
Fancy moved to the door. "Well," said she, "I'm sorry for the cause of it: but duty's duty, and I reckon I've news to make 'em sit up." She went downstairs resolutely and knocked at Cai's parlour door. "Come in! . . . Eh, so it's you, missy? No worse news of the invalid, I hope?" "He isn' goin' to die to-day, nor yet to-morrow, if that's what you mean. May I take a chair?" "Why, to be sure."
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