He gave them money, and scattered silver coin among the boys and girls, and praised John Thresher, and Martha, his wife, for their care of me, and pointing to the chimneys of the farm, said that the house there was holy to him from henceforth, and he should visit it annually if possible, but always in the month of May, and in the shape of his subscription, as certain as the cowslip.

The men, after their fit of cheering, appeared unwilling to recommence their play, so he alighted and delivered the first ball, and then walked away with my hand in his, saying: 'Yes, my son, we will return to them tenfold what they have done for you.

The eleventh day of May shall be a day of pleasure for Dipwell while I last, and you will keep it in memory of me when I am gone.

And now to see the bed you have slept in.' Martha Thresher showed him the bed, showed him flowers I had planted, and a Spanish chestnut tree just peeping.
'Ha!' said he, beaming at every fresh sight of my doings: 'madam, I am your life-long debtor and friend!' He kissed her on the cheek.
John Thresher cried out: 'Why, dame, you trembles like a maid.' She spoke very faintly, and was red in the face up to the time of our departure.

John stood like a soldier.