"Drat your fish!" she would say, when some self-indulgent and exacting traveller would wish for more than these accustomed viands.

"Cock you up with dainties! If you can't eat your victuals without fish, you must go to Exeter.

And then you'll get it stinking mayhap." Now Priscilla Stanbury and Mrs.
Crocket were great friends, and there had been times of deep want, in which Mrs.Crocket's friendship had been very serviceable to the ladies at the cottage.

The three young women had been to the inn one morning to ask after a conveyance from Nuncombe Putney to Princetown, and had found that a four-wheeled open carriage with an old horse and a very young driver could be hired there.

"We have never dreamed of such a thing," Priscilla Stanbury had said, "and the only time I was at Princetown I walked there and back." So they had called at the Stag and Antlers, and Mrs.Crocket had told them her mind upon several matters.
"What a dear old woman!" said Nora, as they came away, having made their bargain for the open carriage.
"I think she takes quite enough upon herself, you know," said Mrs.
Trevelyan.
"She is a dear old woman," said Priscilla, not attending at all to the last words that had been spoken.