"'Tis nigher this way, but I don't ever dare to come.

Might, I dessay, if I'd somebody to see me home." "Ghosts ?" asked Taffy, picking up the pincers and thrusting the bar back into the hot cinders.
"I dunno: I gets frightened o' the very shadows on the road sometimes.

I suppose, now, you never walks out that way ?" "Which way ?" "Why, towards where your home is.

That's the way I comes." "No, I don't." Taffy blew at the cinders until they glowed again.
"It's only on Sundays I go over there." "That's a pity," said Lizzie candidly.

"I'm kept in, Sunday evenings, to look after the children while farmer and mis'ess goes to Chapel.