"What a hurry you are in.

It is hurry and scurry and bustle from morning till night with you over there.

The hens?
Let them wait, ma garche, 'twill strengthen their legs to scratch a bit, and 'twill enlighten your mind to hear about Guernsey and Granville.

Oh the beautiful country! Mon Dieu, if only I were back there!" They all--except, perhaps, Grannie--felt for her--lonely in a strange land--and were inclined to do what they could to make her more contented.

But she desired them chiefly as listeners, and the things she had to tell were little to their taste, and less to her credit from their point of view, though she herself evidently looked upon them as every-day matters, and calculated to inspire these simple island-folk with the respect due to a woman of the greater world outside.
Grannie's views of her grand-daughter-in-law had never altered from the first moment she set eyes on her.
When Mrs.Tom came in to hear herself talk, one afternoon when Tom was away fishing, the old lady simply sat and stared at her from the depths of her big black sun-bonnet, and never opened her lips or gave any sign of interest or hearing.
"Is she deaf ?" asked Mrs.Tom after a while.
"Dear me, no.