Here's Andrew the packman in the lane, with such shawls, Martha! Blue and red and yellow and green! Only five shillings a-piece; and thee canst pay him a shilling a week.

Come along, and be sharp with thee.' 'I've got no money to spend,' said Martha sullenly.

'Stephen ought to let grandfather go into the House, and then we shouldn't be so pinched.

What with buying for him and little Nan, I've hardly a brass farthing in the world for myself.' 'I'd not pinch,' Bess answered; 'let Stephen pinch if he will.

Why, all the lads in Botfield are making a mock at thee, calling thee an old-fashioned piece and Granny Fern.