Eh! An' me to live to see that! An' us as war young folks once, an' thought we should do rarely when we war married.

Let a-be, lad, let a-be! I wonna ha' no tay.

I carena if I ne'er ate nor drink no more.

When one end o' th' bridge tumbles down, where's th' use o' th' other stannin'?
I may's well die, an' foller my old man.

There's no knowin' but he'll want me." Here Lisbeth broke from words into moans, swaying herself backwards and forwards on her chair.