Book-folk tooneth naw heed o' what we do." "Well, it is worth a great deal of heed.

Lovely patterns of sea-weed on the floor--no carpet can compare with them; shelves of--I am sure I don't know what--fished up from the deep, no doubt; and shells innumerable, and stones that glitter, and fish like glass, and tufts like lace, and birds with most wonderful things in their mouths: Mistress Precious, you are too bad.

The whole of it ought to go to London, where they make collections!" "Lor, Sir, how ye da be laffin' at me.

But purty maa be said of 'em wi'out ony lees." The landlady smiled as she set for him a chair, toward which he trod gingerly, and picking every step, for his own sake as well as of the garniture.

For the black oak floor was so oiled and polished, to set off the pattern of the sea-flowers on it (which really were laid with no mean taste and no small sense of color), that for slippery boots there was some peril.
"This is a sacred as well as beautiful place," said Mr.Mordacks.