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There be naybours, an'" she pointed a finger at Mrs Climoe "there be livers-by. Now stroll along, the lot of 'ee, and annoy somebody else that lives unprotected!"
When a man is in luck's way, who's to blame his fillin' a glass to it though some o' course prefers to call in their naybours; an' that's a good old custom too." Cai ignored the hint. "What are they tellin' down in the town?" "All sorts o' things, from mirth to mournin'. They say, for instance, as you and the Widow have fixed it all up to be married this side o' Jubilee." "That's a lie, anyway."
'Naybours'? Him accused by public talk for a German spy " "Hush, Mrs Climoe! Of all the Commandments, ma'am, the one most in lack of observance hereabouts, to my observation, is that which forbids bearing false witness against a neighbour. To a charitable mind that includes hasty witness."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Naybours all," he said, "I don't suppose these here proceedin's will conclude much afore ten o'clock: after which it'll take me the best part of an hour to get home; an' what with one thing and another I doubt it'll be far short o' midnight afore my missus gets me to bed.
You'd be surprised the number that puts me the very question you've just asked. An' they tell me that 'tis with money the same as with letters. I read a tract one time, about a man that found hisself rich of a sudden, and instead o' callin' his naybours together an' sayin' 'Rejoice with me, what d'ye think he went an' did?" "Look here," said Nicky-Nan, eyeing the postman firmly.
Rachel!" he shouted, turning his head towards the cottage; and then went on, dropping his voice, "As between naybours, I'm fain to say she don't shine this mornin'. Hi, mother! here's Zebedee waitin' to pay his respects." Mrs. Minards appeared on the cottage threshold, with a blue check duster round her head a tall, angular woman, of severe deportment.
"There's another, unless I disremember," snapped Mrs Climoe, "that forbids 'ee to covet your naybour's wife." While Mr Hambly sought for a gentle reproof for this, Mrs Penhaligon, pale of face, rested a hand against her gate-post, and said she very gently but in a white scorn "What is this talk of naybours, quarrelin' or comfortin' or succourin' or bearin' witness?
He drew up, lowered his pail, and began in a business-like way to slap paste upon the upper flap of a loft-door across the way, chatting the while over his shoulder. "Good evenin', naybours! Is it a Bye-Law? No, it is not a Bye-Law. Or is it a Tender? No, it is not a Tender. Or is it a Bankrup' Stock, or a Primrose Feet, or at the worst a Wesleyan Anniversary?
"Oh, damn!" He swore as if a wasp had stung him: and indeed he had jabbed the point of the trowel into his jaw. After a pause he added, "The naybours know do they? as I couldn' act up to what I promised that woman, not if I tried. Very well, then. Where's the harm done? . . . I cleared her out, anyway." Mrs Penhaligon eyed him with pity for a moment.
It was a stranger a young farmer from two parishes away who let off the first guffaw. "A bet, naybours! did 'ee hear that? Take him up, little man he won't eat 'ee." "I'll go ten shillin' myself, rather than miss it," announced another voice. "Ten shillin' on the bantam!" "Get out with 'ee both," spoke up a citizen of Troy. "You don't know the men.
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