She lived near Rydal." "Yes.

Nancy wasn't very bright herself.

A stranger once asked her what Mr.Wordsworth was like; and she said, 'He's canny enough at times.
Mostly he's wandering up and down t' hills, talking his po-et-ry; but now and then he'll say, "How do ye do, Nancy ?" as sensible as you or me.'" "Mr.Wordsworth speaks foolishness to a great many people besides Nancy Butterworth," said Sophia warmly; "but he is a great poet and a great seer to those who can understand him." "Well, well, Mr.Wordsworth is neither here nor there in our affairs.
We'll go up to Latriggs in the afternoon, Charlotte.

I'll be ready at two o'clock." "And I, also, father." Her face was flushed and thoughtful, and she had become suddenly quiet.

The squire glanced at her, but without curiosity; he only thought, "What a pity she is a lass! I wish Harry had her good sense and her good heart; I do that.".