'Still, when folk's sick they han their fancies, and maybe Kinraid 'll be glad o' thy sausages.

I ha' known sick folk tak' t' eating snails.' This was not complimentary, perhaps.

But Daniel went on to say that he did not mind if he stepped over with the sausages himself, when it was too late to do anything else.

Sylvia longed to offer to accompany her father; but, somehow, she did not like to propose it.
Towards dusk she came to her mother to ask for the key of the great bureau that stood in the house-place as a state piece of furniture, although its use was to contain the family's best wearing apparel, and stores of linen, such as might be supposed to be more needed upstairs.
'What for do yo' want my keys ?' asked Bell.
'Only just to get out one of t' damask napkins.' 'The best napkins, as my mother span ?' 'Yes!' said Sylvia, her colour heightening.

'I thought as how it would set off t' sausages.' 'A good clean homespun cloth will serve them better,' said Bell, wondering in her own mind what was come over the girl, to be thinking of setting off sausages that were to be eaten, not to be looked at like a picture-book.