The one woman she had ever envied was Mary Slessor of Calabar.
Mawson came in much out of breath, having run up the hill to get out of the darkness.
"Weel, and hoo's the Bishop ?" Bella said in jocular tones.
"Ow, 'e was lovely.

'E said the Judgment was 'anging over all of us." "Oh, wumman," said Bella, as she dumped a loaf viciously on the platter, "d'ye need a Bishop to tell ye that?
I'm sure I've kent it a' ma days." "It gives me the creeps to think of it.

Imagine standin' h'up before h'all the earth and 'aving all your little bits o' sins fetched out against you! But"-- hopefully--"I don't see myself 'ow there'll be time." "Ay, there'll be time! There'll be a' Eternity afore us, and as far as I can see there'll be naething else to do." "Ow," Mawson wailed.

"You do make it sound so 'orrid, Bella.

The Bishop was much more comfortable, and 'e 'as such a nice rosy face you can't picture anything very bad 'appening to 'im.