'Thou wert wont to seek the house of the Lord, and I thought well on thee; but of late thou'st changed, and fallen away, and I mun speak what is in my heart towards thee.' 'Mother,' said Philip, impatiently (both he and Coulson called Alice 'mother' at times), 'I don't think I am fallen away, and any way I cannot stay now to be--it's new year's Day, and t' shop is throng.' But Alice held up her hand.

Her speech was ready, and she must deliver it.
'Shop here, shop there.

The flesh and the devil are gettin' hold on yo', and yo' need more nor iver to seek t' ways o' grace.

New year's day comes and says, "Watch and pray," and yo' say, "Nay, I'll seek feasts and market-places, and let times and seasons come and go without heedin' into whose presence they're hastening me." Time was, Philip, when thou'd niver ha' letten a merry-making keep thee fra' t' watch-night, and t' company o' the godly.' 'I tell yo' it was no merry-making to me,' said Philip, with sharpness, as he left the house.
Alice sat down on the nearest seat, and leant her head on her wrinkled hand.
'He's tangled and snared,' said she; 'my heart has yearned after him, and I esteemed him as one o' the elect.

And more nor me yearns after him.