"Are you going to rent your 'walks' so soon?
Eh?
What ?" "As soon as I can advantageously." "I bethink me.

At the last shearing you were all for spinning and weaving.

The Coppice Woods were to make your bobbins; Silver Force was to feed your engines; the little herd lads and lassies to mind your spinning-frames.

Well, well, Mr.Latrigg, such doings are not for me to join in! I shall be sorry to see these lovely valleys turned into weaving-shops; but you belong to a new generation, and the young know every thing,--or they think they do." "And you will soon join the new generation, squire.

You were always tolerant and wide awake.