Never you mind.

You look a steady one, my dear.

I shall take to you, I think." "But my sister--" Rhoda was saying, when the farmer came out, and sent a greeting from the threshold,-- "Brother Tony!" "Here he is, brother William John." "Surely, and so he is, at last." The farmer walked up to him with his hand out.
"And it ain't too late, I hope.

Eh ?" "It's never too late--to mend," said the farmer.
"Eh?
not my manners, eh ?" Anthony struggled to keep up the ball; and in this way they got over the confusion of the meeting after many years and some differences.
"Made acquaintance with Rhoda, I see," said the farmer, as they turned to go in.
"The 'darkie lass' you write of.

She's like a coal nigh a candle.