"Art tha' sure?
Tha' doesn't know what he's like when anything vexes him.

He's a big lad to cry like a baby, but when he's in a passion he'll fair scream just to frighten us.

He knows us daren't call our souls our own." "He wasn't vexed," said Mary.

"I asked him if I should go away and he made me stay.

He asked me questions and I sat on a big footstool and talked to him about India and about the robin and gardens.