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Updated: May 8, 2025
Now 'tis 'Ropes! ropes! an' nex' 'tis 'Where be the stable key, Mary Jane, my dear? an' then agen, 'Will'ee be so good as to fetch master's second-best spy-glass, Mary Jane, an' look slippy? an' me wi' a goose to stuff, singe, an' roast, an' 'tatties to peel, an' greens to cleanse, an' apples to chop for sauce, an' the hoarders no nearer away than the granary loft, with a gatherin' 'pon your second toe an' the half o' 'em rotten when you get there.
Then to me, 'There won't be many at market to-day. 'I am hungry, said Cicely softly; 'I should like some bread and honey. 'Aw; should 'ee? in gentler tones; 'I'll get 'ee some: will'ee have it in th' comb? I got a bit left. She knew his pride in his bees and his honey; hill farmers still keep large stocks. He brought her a slice of home-baked bread and a piece of comb.
'Then just blo' away into that 'un as lies on the grund, fit to wakken the deead, will'ee, said the man, 'while I stop sum o' this here squealing inside. Cumin', cumin'. Dean't make that noise, wooman.
Wait for me, and I will talk with you." "Will'ee, Mister? Don't'ee cheat, now!" said the miner, with a rude attempt at a sneer. The young man's cheek flushed, but he said very quietly "I promise you, I will speak with you here in half-an-hour. I am Nathanael Harper Mr. Harper's youngest son." After a minute's keen observation, the miner pulled off his cap respectfully. "Thank'ee, sir!
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