And avert it as she would she heard with silent petulance the harsh screech of Philip's chair as he heavily dragged it on the stone floor, sitting on it all the while, and felt that he was moving round so as to look at her as much as was in his power, without absolutely turning his back on either her father or mother.

She got herself ready for the first opportunity of contradiction or opposition.
'Well, wench! and has ta bought this grand new cloak ?' 'Yes, feyther.

It's a scarlet one.' 'Ay, ay! and what does mother say ?' 'Oh, mother's content,' said Sylvia, a little doubting in her heart, but determined to defy Philip at all hazards.
'Mother 'll put up with it if it does na spot would be nearer fact, I'm thinking,' said Bell, quietly.
'I wanted Sylvia to take the gray,' said Philip.
'And I chose the red; it's so much gayer, and folk can see me the farther off.

Feyther likes to see me at first turn o' t' lane, don't yo', feyther?
and I'll niver turn out when it's boun' for to rain, so it shall niver get a spot near it, mammy.' 'I reckoned it were to wear i' bad weather,' said Bell.

'Leastways that were the pretext for coaxing feyther out o' it.' She said it in a kindly tone, though the words became a prudent rather than a fond mother.