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Updated: May 14, 2025
'This milk mun go back to t' dairy, I reckon, said she, loading herself with milk and cream. 'Niver fash thysel' about it, said Nelly Corney, 'Christmas comes but onest a year, if it does go sour; and mother said she'd have a game at forfeits first thing after tea to loosen folks's tongues, and mix up t' lads and lasses, so come along.
I make account of riches only for thee; that I may be able to get thee whativer thou's a fancy for, for either thysel', or thy mother. She lifted her pale face from her pillow, and put up her lips to kiss him for these words. Perhaps on that day Philip reached the zenith of his life's happiness. The first step in Philip's declension happened in this way.
He rose, and crept into the earth-house. Kirsty lost herself in prayer as she went. 'Lord, I hae dune a' I can! she said. 'Until thou hast dune something by thysel, I can do naething mair. He's i' thy han's still, I praise thee, though he's oot o' mine! Lord, gien I hae dune him ony ill, forgie me; a puir human body canna ken aye the best!
'It'll ha' been a loss to John Hobbs all his things burnt, or trampled on. Mebbe he desarved it all, but one's a kind o' tender feeling to one's tables and chairs, special if one's had t' bees-waxing on 'em. 'A wish he'd been burnt on t' top on 'em, a do, growled out Daniel, shaking the ash out of his pipe. 'Don't speak so ill o' thysel', said his wife.
"O, Thou who in the heavens dost dwell, Who as it pleases best thysel' Sends one to heaven and ten to hell, A' for Thy glory, And not for any good or ill They've done afore Thee."
"Why not?" growled feyther from his big chair in the corner. Mrs. Wainwright positively gasped. "Gaffer, thou'll noan think o' sich a thing thou as couldn't so mich as walk on Tuesday! I'm sure thou needn't be puttin' thysel' out for Martin Tyrer!" "I'm goin' as how 'tis," repeated Bob gloomily; he had been very gloomy all these days.
"I'll not want for aught," returned Bob gruffly. "I don't want no doin' for, I'm out o' th' road up here, an' ye're fain enough, all on ye'! Thou can be off arter th' Club thysel' if thou's a mind to." With many protests Mrs.
"Eh! th' art a queer, old-womanish thing," she said. "If tha'd been our 'Lizabeth Ellen tha'd have given me a kiss." Mary looked stiffer than ever. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Martha laughed again. "Nay, not me," she answered. "If tha' was different, p'raps tha'd want to thysel'. But tha' isn't. Run off outside an' play with thy rope."
I'll keep it from her as long as I can; I'll manage better nor I've done wi' thee, Sylvie, said he, with a sad, faint smile, looking with fond penitence at her altered countenance. 'Thou mustn't blame thysel', said Sylvia, seeing his regret.
"Set it in the earth thysel' same as th' king does when he goes to a new place." The thin white hands shook a little and Colin's flush grew deeper as he set the rose in the mould and held it while old Ben made firm the earth. It was filled in and pressed down and made steady. Mary was leaning forward on her hands and knees. Soot had flown down and marched forward to see what was being done.
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