But I doan't soomhow bleeve as it's th' Awmighty's will to freeten a Christian coontry wi witches, _i' th' present dispensation_.
An murderin's a graat sin, wheder it's witches or oother foak.' 'In t' books they doan't coe it t' Witch's Pool at aw,' said Louie, obstinately.

'They coe it t' _Mermaid's_ Pool.' 'An anoother book coes it a "Hammer-dry-ad,"' said David, mockingly, 'soa theer yo are.' 'Aye, soom faddlin kind of a name they gie it--I know--those Manchester chaps, as cooms trespassin ower t' Scout wheer they aren't wanted.

To hear ony yan o' _them_ talk, yo'd think theer wor only three fellows like 'im cam ower i' three ships, an two were drownded.

T'aint ov ony account what they an their books coe it.' And Reuben, as he leant against the gate, blew his smoke contemptuously in the air.

It was not often that Reuben Grieve allowed himself, or was allowed by his world, to use airs of superiority towards any other human being whatever.