A sort of vague trouble came into his face, and his wrinkled hands lying on his stick began to twitch nervously.
'Aye--theer's a Manchester man been cramming Wigsons wi tales--says he gets 'em out of a book--'bout a woman 'at walks t' Scout Easter Eve neet,--an a lot o' ninny-hommer's talk.

Yo niver heer now about it--did yo, 'Lias ?' 'Yes, yo did, Mr.Dawson--now, didn't yo ?' said Louis, persuasively, enraged that David would never accept information from her, while she was always expected to take it from him.
'A woman--'at walks t' Scout,' said 'Lias, uncertainly, flushing as he spoke.
Then, looking tremulously from his companions to the pool, he said, angrily raising his stick and shaking it at David, 'Davy, yo're takin advantage--Davy, yo're doin what yo owt not.

If my Margret were here, she'd let yo know!' The words rose into a cry of quavering passion.

The children stared at him in amazement.

But as Davy, aggrieved, was defending himself, the old man laid a violent hand on his arm and silenced him.