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These were strangers to the dale and less reticent than the men from the farms. "Good-mornin', shipperd. Thou'll be noan sae pleased to set een on us wallers, I reckon," one of them would say. "Good-mornin'," Peregrine would reply. "I weant say that I's fain to see you, but I've no call to threap wi' waller-lads.
"I must return to my humble station, and woo my rustic muse in my wonted way, at the plough-tail." 1787, to the Earl of Buchan. He has no high ideal of the poet or the poet's office; indeed quite a low and contracted notion of both: "Fortune! if thou'll but gie me still Hale breeks, a scone, and whiskey gill, An' rowth o' rhyme to rave at will, Tak' a' the rest."
"Eleanor's not always in a good temper," said Bertha doubtfully. "She's best o' t'other lot," said old Dan. "She's none so bad, by nows and thens. I shall do rarely, thou'll see. But, Avice dost thou think thou could just creep off like at th' lee-side o' th' house, wi' the little maid, afore She sees thee? When thou'rt gone I'll tell her, and then I'll have a run for't till it's o'er.
"Eh, mon, but if thou yark him, thou'll rise in one day from being just a common doctor to the best-known mon 'twixt here and Bradford. Thou art a witherin' tyke, thou art, and no mistake; and if thou beat the Master of Croxley, thou'll find all the beer thou want for the rest of thy life waiting for thee at the 'Four Sacks."
Sylvia, hastily wiping her tears on her apron, ran out and threw her arms round her father, as if to burst out afresh on his neck. 'Nay, nay, my wench, it's thee as mun be a comfort to mother: nay, nay, or thou'll niver hear what a've got to say.
"Poor Joe were stood i' th' doorway, ye know, an' he sighed an' licked his lips, th' poor chap, but he didn't get nought. Miss Hep. didn't fancy nobody but me." "Thou'll be for coortin' her next," suggested somebody humorously. "Nay, nay," said an odd little short man with comically uplifted eyebrows. "'T wouldn't be no use coortin' Margaret Heptonstall.
Presently the girls slipped away, and, after pausing for a moment, hands on hips to make sure that her Gaffer was coomfortable, Mrs. Wainwright remarked that she'd better be seeing to things downstairs a bit, for they lasses 'ud be sure to be off arter the Club as soon as her back was turned. "If thou wants me, thou'll shout for me, wunnot thou?" she asked, turning just at the door.
'Now, Sylvia, if thou'll leave me thy basket, I'll make as good a bargain as iver I can on 'em; and thou can be off to choose this grand new cloak as is to be, afore it gets any darker. Where is ta going to? 'Mother said I'd better go to Foster's, answered Sylvia, with a shade of annoyance in her face. 'Feyther said just anywhere. 'Foster's is t' best place; thou canst try anywhere afterwards.
I'm beholden to thee for fetching him, and I'll try and spare thee waistcoat fronts out o' t' stuff for my new red cloak. Thou'll like that, Kester, won't ta? Kester took the notion in slowly, and weighed it. 'Na, lass, said he, deliberately, after a pause. 'A could na' bear to see thee wi' thy cloak scrimpit.
I ups wi' a hatchet when I saw as I were fast a-board a man-o'-war standing out for sea it were in t' time o' the war wi' Amerikay, an' I could na stomach the thought o' being murdered i' my own language so I ups wi' a hatchet, and I says to Bill Watson, says I, "Now, my lad, if thou'll do me a kindness, I'll pay thee back, niver fear, and they'll be glad enough to get shut on us, and send us to old England again.
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