She's well enough if she'd let alone preachin'; an' I hear as she's a-goin' away back to her own country soon.

She's Mr.Poyser's own niece, an' I donna wish to say what's anyways disrespectful o' th' family at th' Hall Farm, as I've measured for shoes, little an' big, welly iver sin' I've been a shoemaker.

But there's that Will Maskery, sir as is the rampageousest Methodis as can be, an' I make no doubt it was him as stirred up th' young woman to preach last night, an' he'll be a-bringin' other folks to preach from Treddles'on, if his comb isn't cut a bit; an' I think as he should be let know as he isna t' have the makin' an' mendin' o' church carts an' implemen's, let alone stayin' i' that house an' yard as is Squire Donnithorne's." "Well, but you say yourself, Joshua, that you never knew any one come to preach on the Green before; why should you think they'll come again?
The Methodists don't come to preach in little villages like Hayslope, where there's only a handful of labourers, too tired to listen to them.

They might almost as well go and preach on the Binton Hills.

Will Maskery is no preacher himself, I think." "Nay, sir, he's no gift at stringin' the words together wi'out book; he'd be stuck fast like a cow i' wet clay.