You'd make me the same answer, at th' end.

I might as well talk to the running brook and tell it to stan' still." The causeway outside the kitchen door was dry enough now for Mrs.Poyser to stand there quite pleasantly and see what was going on in the yard, the grey worsted stocking making a steady progress in her hands all the while.

But she had not been standing there more than five minutes before she came in again, and said to Dinah, in rather a flurried, awe-stricken tone, "If there isn't Captain Donnithorne and Mr.Irwine a-coming into the yard! I'll lay my life they're come to speak about your preaching on the Green, Dinah; it's you must answer 'em, for I'm dumb.

I've said enough a'ready about your bringing such disgrace upo' your uncle's family.

I wouldn't ha' minded if you'd been Mr.Poyser's own niece--folks must put up wi' their own kin, as they put up wi' their own noses--it's their own flesh and blood.