I only hope it is nothing to grieve about, instead of being angry.

You are very sweet-tempered, I know, John Ridd, and perhaps a little too sweet at times'-- here she meant the Snowe girls, and I hanged my head--'but what would you say if the people there'-- she never would call them 'Doones'-- 'had gotten your poor Uncle Reuben, horse, and Sunday coat, and all ?' 'Why, mother, I should be sorry for them.

He would set up a shop by the river-side, and come away with all their money.' 'That all you have to say, John! And my dinner done to a very turn, and the supper all fit to go down, and no worry, only to eat and be done with it! And all the new plates come from Watchett, with the Watchett blue upon them, at the risk of the lives of everybody, and the capias from good Aunt Jane for stuffing a curlew with onion before he begins to get cold, and make a woodcock of him, and the way to turn the flap over in the inside of a roasting pig--' 'Well, mother dear, I am very sorry.

But let us have our dinner.

You know we promised not to wait for him after one o'clock; and you only make us hungry.