'The old place is our own, and no master has any right to it, save Stephen.' 'It's no use wasting breath,' replied William Morris.

'The master says he's bought the place from thy grandfather, lass; and he agreed to turn out by noon on Michaelmas Day.

Master doesn't want to be hard upon you; and he says, if you've no place to turn in to, you may go to the old cabin on the upper cinder-hill, till there's a cottage empty in Botfield; and we'll help thee to move the things at wunst.

We're to get the roof off and the walls down afore nightfall.' 'Grandfather and little Nan!' screamed Martha; 'get into the house this minute! It's no use you men coming up here on this errand.

You know grandfather's simple, and he hasn't sold the house; how could he?
He's no more sense than little Nan.