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Nowt but tay, an sic-like." Mrs. Mason raised two gaunt hands and let them drop again on her knee. "I shud ha' thowt they'd ha' bin ashamed," she said. "Jenny's brass ull do 'em noa gude. She wor a fule to leave it to 'un." Daffady withdrew his pipe again. His lantern-jawed face, furrowed with slow thought, hung over the blaze. "Aye," he said, "aye.
Bit t' Bible says 'How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough whose taak is o' bullocks? Aa coom on that yestherday an A've bin sair exercised aboot thy preachin ever sen!" Daffady held his peace. The clergyman departed, and Daffady went out to the cattle. Laura had not given the red-haired man her hand.
The outer door of Browhead Farm was pushed inwards, and old Daffady's head and face appeared. "Come in, Daffady please come in!" Miss Fountain's tone was of the friendliest. The cow-man obeyed her. He came in, holding his battered hat in his hand. "Missie A thowt I'd tell yo as t' rain had cleared oop yo cud take a bit air verra weel, if yo felt to wish it."
"Now he is really talking quite nicely," she said to herself on one occasion, when Hubert had found in the gifts and accomplishments of his friend Castle, the organist, a subject that untied his tongue and made him almost agreeable. Suddenly a question caught his ear. "Daffady, did tha turn the coo?" said his mother in a loud voice.
If I can just manage myself a bit, and find the work that suits me, and get away from these fellows here, and this beastly farm " "Ah! have you been quarrelling with Daffady all day?" She looked for him to fly out. But he only stared, and then turned away. "O Lord! what's the good of talking?" he said, with an accent that startled her. She rose from her seat. "Are you sorry I came to talk to you?
But now then," she bent forward and put her hands impulsively on Polly's shoulders, "tell me about everybody and everything. How's Daffady? how's the cow that was ill? how're the calves? how's Hubert?" She laughed again, but there was moisture in her look. For the thousandth time, her heart told her that in this untoward marriage she was wrenching herself anew from her father and all his world.
"I tell tha when t' farrier cam oop last night, he said she'd been managed first-rate! If yo and Daffady had yor way wi' yor fallals an yor nonsense, yo'd never leave a poor sick creetur alone for five minutes; I towd Daffady to let her be, an I'll let him knaa who's measter here!" He glared at the carter, quite regardless of Laura's presence.
And when they were once more settled as audience, the mistress who was by this time fanning herself tempestuously with the Whinthorpe paper launched her last word: "Daffady thoo's naa call to lay doon t' law, on sic matters at aw. Mappen tha'll recolleck t' Bible headstrong as tha art i' thy aan conceit.
"O! a little stannin an twiddlin!" said Daffady contemptuously "I allus ses they pays em abuve a bit." "But the miners? come, Daffady!" "I'm not stannin to it aw roond," said Daffady patiently "I laid it down i' th' general." "And all the people, who work with their heads, Daffady, like like my papa?" The girl smiled softly, and turned her slim neck to look at the old man.
Daffady, you're very kind and nice to me I wonder why?" She laid one of the hands that seemed to the cow-man so absurd upon his arm, and smiled at him. The old man reddened and grunted. She sprang up with a laugh; and the kitchen was instantly filled by a whirlwind of barks from Fricka, who at last foresaw a walk. Laura took her way up the fell.
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