'What you think of my Howels and your Netta at Abertewey: And you to be all toalking as if we wos ail dirt.

And they in France, over the sea, where I 'ould be going with them only I am so 'fraid of the water.' 'There's a loss it would be, Aunt 'Lizbeth, if anything had happened to you! Suppose a shark had swallowed you up! gold watch, mourning ring, silk gown, brooch, and all?
Those creatures aren't particular.

But we haven't had all Netta's message yet.' 'She was sending her kind love and duty to you, cousin, and was saying she was sorry to be leaving you, but my Howels was so kind as you, and she was as happy as could be.' 'Did she cry, cousin?
did she shed one tear ?' asked Mrs Prothero, sitting up in bed, and looking at Mrs Jenkins with a quick, wild eye, quite unlike her usual quiet glance.
'You needn't be looking at me so fierce, cousin, I didn't be killing Netta.

Is seure--she did cry enough, if that's a pleasure to you.

She was crying when she was meeting my Howels; she was crying when she was putting on her wedding gown; she was crying when the parson was preaching that sermon, and when the thunder and lightning did frighten her, seure, and no wonder--' 'Did it thunder and lighten when they were married?
'asked Mrs Prothero, through her sobs.
'Yes, indeet! I thoate I should be struck myself; but she was soon forgetting it at breakfast; they do call it breakfast, you see, but I never was seeing a grander dinner.