What did she want to stay all that time for?
You go and get it.

I'll blow the fire up--damn these sticks!--they're as wet as Dugnall pond." Nevertheless, as she sadly came and went, preparing the supper, she saw that he was appeased, in a better temper than before.
"What did you tell 'er ?" he asked abruptly.
"What do you spose I'd tell her?
I acted for the best.

I'm always thinkin' for you!" she said as though with a little cry, "or we'd soon be in trouble--worse trouble than we are!" she added miserably.
He stopped working the old bellows for a moment, and, holding his long chin, stared into the flames.

With his deformity, his earth-stains, his blue eyes, his brown wrinkled skin, and his shock of red hair, he had the look of some strange gnome crouching there.
"I don't know what you're at, I'll swear," he said after a pause.

"I ain't in any pertickler trouble just now--if yer wouldn't send a fellow stumpin' the country for nothink.