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The house was neat and clean, but there were few comforts in it, and no luxuries. It showed, too, a number of small dilapidations that a very little money and care would soon have set to rights. Polly pointed to them sadly. There was no money, and Hubert didn't trouble himself. "Fadther was allus workin. He'd be up at half-past four this time o' year, an he didna go to bed soa early noather.
But Hubert'ull do nowt he can help. Yo can hardly get him to tak' t' peaets i' ter Whinthorpe when t' peaet-cote's brastin wi' 'em. An as fer doin a job o' cartin fer t' neebors, t' horses may be eatin their heads off, Hubert woan't stir hissel'. 'Let 'em lead their aan muck for theirsels' that's what he'll say. Iver sen fadther deed it's bin janglin atwixt mother an Hubert.
'Fadther, says he to me today, 'why couldn't ye wait an' bring me into the wurruld on American soil, says he 'and maybe I'd been prisident, says he, and 't was the thruth for him." "I'd rather for him to be a priest meself," replied the mother. "That's what Father Miles said himself the other day," announced Mike wide awake now. "'I wish he'd the makings of a good priest, said he.
"If she deas, that's ma consarn; I'll ha' noa meddlin wi' my orders dost tha hear?" "Aye, it wor thirrty poond thraan awa lasst month, an it'll be thirrty poond this," said his mother slowly; "thoo art fine at shoutin. Bit thy fadther had need ha' addlet his brass to gie thee summat to thraw oot o' winder."
And the old men, with their patriarchal manners and their broad speech it had been all sweet and pleasant to her. "Noo, Miss, they tell ma as yo'.are Stephen Fountain's dowter. An I mut meak bold ter cum an speak to thee, for a knew 'un when he was a lile lad." Or "Yo'll gee ma your hand, Miss Fountain, for we're pleased and proud to git, yo' here. Yer fadther an mea gaed to skule togedther.
"When we wor little 'uns, fadther used to give me an Hubert a silver saxpence the day he browt home t' fresh melder fro' t' mill," said Polly; "theer was parlish little nobbut paritch and oatcake to eat when we wor small. An now I'll uphold yo there isn't a farm servant but wants his white bread yanst a day whativver happens."
And this afternoon, while she was in the parlour with Jenny, all of a sudden voices and clamour in the forge outside! The son, the outcast son, had quietly presented himself to his father. "Oh, an sic a to-do! His fadther wadna let him ben. 'Naa, he says, 'if thoo's got owt to say, thoo may say it i' th' shop.
An at lasst when Jenny an I opened t' door again juist a cranny like theer he was, takin hissel off his fadther screamin afther him an he wi his Papish coat, an his head hangin as thoo there wor a load o' peaet on it an his hands crossed soa pious! Aye, theer he goes! an he may goa!" cried Polly, her face flaming as it followed the Jesuit out of sight.
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