I'll work it as well as I can, and, if ye like, ye're welcome to live free and lay by your share year by year till ye have something to take with ye and are old enough to go away.

But if ye go off now ye'll have to live as a servant, and ye couldn't thole that, and I couldn't for ye.

Ye have no one to protect ye now but me.

I've no friends to send ye to.

What do ye know of the world?
It's unkind--ay, and it's wicked too." "How's it so wicked?
You're not wicked, nor father, nor me, nor the men--how's people outside so much wickeder ?" Bates's mouth--it was a rather broad, powerful mouth--began to grow hard at her continued contention, perhaps also at the thought of the evils of which he dreamed.