"There's not enough silver in Sark to make a plate for your coffin." "I brought out more'n enough to make your plate and mine, myself to-day," he said triumphantly.
"Ah, bah! You'd have done better for yourself and for Sark if you'd let it lie." "I'd have done better still if I'd got twice as much." "If the good God set silver inside Sark, it was because He thought it was the best place for it, and it's not for the likes of you to be trying to get it out." "What's it there for if it's not to be got out ?" "You mark me, Tom Hamon, no good will come of all this upsetting and digging out the insides of the Island--nenni-gia!" "Pergui, mother, where do you think all the silver and gold in the world came from ?" "It didn't come out of our Sark rocks any way, mon gars." "Good thing for us if it had, ma fe! But, see you here, mother, if I sell the farm it's not you and Nance that need trouble.

If I pay out your dowers in hard cash you're both of you better off than you are now, and I'm better off too.

It's only Tom could complain, and--" "It's hard on the lad." "Bidemme, it's no more than he deserves for his goings-on! Maybe it'll do him good to have to work for his living." "And you would do that to get your bit more money to throw into those big holes ?" "Never you mind me.

I'll take care of myself, and we'll see who's wisest in the end.

Now, will you agree to it ?" "I'll talk it over with Nancy again," and the big black sun-bonnet nodded with sapient significance.