T' sun's for slanting low, so come along, lass, and let's be going.' 'But if I put on my stockings and shoon here, and jump back into yon wet gravel, I 'se not be fit to be seen,' said Sylvia, in a pathetic tone of bewilderment, that was funnily childlike.

She stood up, her bare feet curved round the curving surface of the stone, her slight figure balancing as if in act to spring.
'Thou knows thou'll have just to jump back barefoot, and wash thy feet afresh, without making all that ado; thou shouldst ha' done it at first, like me, and all other sensible folk.

But thou'st getten no gumption.' Molly's mouth was stopped by Sylvia's hand.

She was already on the river bank by her friend's side.
'Now dunnot lecture me; I'm none for a sermon hung on every peg o' words.

I'm going to have a new cloak, lass, and I cannot heed thee if thou dost lecture.