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Theer's a whole pound o' powder gone, and if I'd happened to be happed up i' my bed instead of out after they geese, I should hev gone wi' it, or been bont to dead. Why did they want to go meddling wi' me?" "They've been meddling with every one, Dave," said Tom. "'Cept you two," grumbled Dave. "Theer was my sheepskin coat and a pair o' leggin's and my new boots."
It was hard on Matthew that, after upholding Quakerism for years against the sneers of the Reverend Nicholas Stevens, he should be thus disowned and discredited by the brotherhood itself. "Tut! theer's six o' tean an' hofe a duzzen of t' tudder," said the old sage, dismissing the rival theologians from his mind forever.
But if faither had knawed I weer never for Noy, he'd a' said more'n that. I ban't 'feared o' faither now I knaws you, Jan, but I be cruel 'feared o' bein' cussed, 'cause theer's times when cusses doan't fall to the ground but sticks. 'Twouldn' be well for the likes o' you to have a ill-wished, awver-luked body for wife. An' if faither knawed 'bout you, then I lay he'd do more'n speak.
'Very like a'st not see tha again, Davie. We niver know, Livin's hard soomtimes soa's deein, folks say. I'm often freet'nt of deein' but I should na be. Theer's noan so mich peace here, and we knaw that wi' the Lord theer's peace. He gave a long sigh all his character was in it so tortured was it and hesitating.
Then o' soft warm nights sometimes the frogs begins, and they go on crying and piping all round you for hours." "Pooh!" said Tom; "who'd mind a few frogs?" "And then o' still nights theer's the will o' the wipses going about and dancing over the holes in the bog." "I say, Dave, what is a will o' the wisp really like?"
Anny ways theer's no danger of a brush coming anigh 'em while the young missis says 'No. Her word's law i' this house, and has been ever since her was no higher than the table." "Wasn't that a ring at the front door?" asked Sennacherib, holding up his hand. "Run and see, wench," said Fuller. Ruth ran down the grass-plot and into the house.
"Wheer's the paper an' ink to? I be setting out the things against Will comes in. He axed for 'em to be ready, 'cause theer's a deal o' penmanship afore him to-night. An' wheer's that li'l dictionary what I gived un years ago? I lay he'll want it." Will returned from survey of his tribulation. Hope was dead for the moment, and death of hope in a man of Blanchard's character proved painful.
Chapple should assist him in this painful duty, put the last question to his rotund friend, but the other, for answer, rose and prepared to depart. "I say," he answered, "that I'd best go up-along and stop they chaps buildin' the triumphant arch. 'Pears won't be called for now. An' theer's a tidy deal else to do likewise.
"Oh, of course!" cried Dick. "I forgot that they eat one another. Look, Mr Marston, that was a pike." He pointed excitedly to a large fish which rose to the surface, just showing its dark olive-green back as it curved over and disappeared again, making the water eddy. "They do not seem to have all gone, Dave," said Mr Marston. "Nay, theer's a few on 'em left, mester," replied Dave.
'Theer's that Oliver o' Deaf Martha's. Naa, I lay aught he's noan so mich, wi' his dog-feightin' and poachin'. His missis wur up here t'other day axin' for some milk for th' childer. Theer's awlus enugh for them. 'Yes, I believe that is so. 'It wur that dog as welly killed Moses Fletcher, wurnd it? 'I think it was, replied Mr. Penrose. 'And haa is owd Moses sin yo' dipped him o'er agen?
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