My Ayah didn't like me and I never played with any one." It is a Yorkshire habit to say what you think with blunt frankness, and old Ben Weatherstaff was a Yorkshire moor man.
"Tha' an' me are a good bit alike," he said.

"We was wove out of th' same cloth.

We're neither of us good lookin' an' we're both of us as sour as we look.

We've got the same nasty tempers, both of us, I'll warrant." This was plain speaking, and Mary Lennox had never heard the truth about herself in her life.

Native servants always salaamed and submitted to you, whatever you did.