Until then we can trust each other and wait." "What does the squire think of Steve's plans?
Maybe, now, they are not very pleasant to him.

I remember at the sheep-shearing he did not say very much." "He did not say very much because he never thought that Steve was in earnest.

Father does not like changes, and you know how land-owners regard traders.

And I'm sure you wouldn't even one of our shepherd-lads with a man that minds a loom.

The brave fellows, travelling the mountain-tops in the fiercest storms to fold the sheep, or seek some stray or weakly lamb, are very different from the lank, white-faced mannikins all finger-ends for a bit of machinery; aren't they, Ducie?
And I would far rather see Steve counting his flocks on the fells than his spinning-jennys in a mill.