So she smiled a little, and then said,-- 'Well! I dunno.

It's ill talking o' these things afore one has made up one's mind.

And perhaps if Charley Kinraid behaves hissen, I might be brought to listen.' 'Charley Kinraid! who's he ?' 'Yon specksioneer cousin o' mine, as I was talking on.' 'And do yo' think he cares for yo' ?' asked Sylvia, in a low, tender tone, as if touching on a great mystery.
Molly only said, 'Be quiet wi' yo',' and Sylvia could not make out whether she cut the conversation so short because she was offended, or because they had come to the shop where they had to sell their butter and eggs.
'Now, Sylvia, if thou'll leave me thy basket, I'll make as good a bargain as iver I can on 'em; and thou can be off to choose this grand new cloak as is to be, afore it gets any darker.

Where is ta going to ?' 'Mother said I'd better go to Foster's,' answered Sylvia, with a shade of annoyance in her face.

'Feyther said just anywhere.' 'Foster's is t' best place; thou canst try anywhere afterwards.