But my Jack is back again." "His father held under us for many years.

He was a thoroughly honest man, and paid his rent as often as he could.

Would Jack like to have his father's farm?
It has been let to his cousin, as you know; but they have been going from bad to worse; and everything must be sold off, unless I stop it." Sally was of dark Lancastrian race, with handsome features and fine brown eyes.

She had been a beauty ten years ago, and could still look comely, when her heart was up.
"My lady," she said, with her heart up now, at the hope of soon having a home of her own, and something to work for that she might keep, "such words should not pass the mouth wi'out bin meant." What she said was very different in sound, and not to be rendered in echo by any one born far away from that country, where three dialects meet and find it hard to guess what each of the others is up to.
Enough that this is what Sally meant to say, and that Mistress Yordas understood it.
"It is not my custom to say a thing without meaning it," she answered; "but unless it is taken up at once, it is likely to come to nothing.
Where is your man Jack ?" "Jack is awaa to the minister to tell of us cooming tegither." Sally made no blush over this, as she might have done ten years ago.
"He must be an excellent and faithful man.

He shall have the farm if he wishes it, and can give some security at going in.