David laid hold of her to keep her quiet, and shook himself free of 'Lias.

But 'Lias took no notice of them now at all, his changed seer's gaze saw nothing but the distance and the pool.
'Are yo quite _sure_ it wor her, Passon ?' he went on, appealingly.

'She's nobbut owd, an it's a far cry fro her bit cottage to owd Needham's Farm.

An th' chilt might ha deed, and t' cattle might ha strayed, and t' geyats might ha opened o' theirsels! Yo'll not dare to speak agen _that_.

They _might_?
Ay, ay, we aw know t' devil's strong; but she's eighty-one year coom Christmas--an an--.