She liked to see puss appropriate that chair; her purr from it renewed the message of domestic content. "Now," said Amelia, "I'll get the still." "Bring down anything else that's ancient!" called aunt Ann. "We've pretty much got red o' such things over t'our house, but I kind o' like to see 'em."
"Thank you, sir!" she said, with evident relief. At a trace of doubt in my words or face, she would have broken down. "Don't be a goose, ghostie," said I. "Sit down and get warm! And how are you. Job? Much obliged to you both." "We'n ridden main hard to get here, sir. Your mon didna get t'our 'ouse afore one o'clock, an' we wor on the way afore ha'f-past. Gom! We wor that'n. Our Nance nearly bust.