"Are there rose-trees ?" Ben Weatherstaff took up his spade again and began to dig.
"There was ten year' ago," he mumbled.
"I should like to see them," said Mary.

"Where is the green door?
There must be a door somewhere." Ben drove his spade deep and looked as uncompanionable as he had looked when she first saw him.
"There was ten year' ago, but there isn't now," he said.
"No door!" cried Mary.

"There must be." "None as any one can find, an' none as is any one's business.

Don't you be a meddlesome wench an' poke your nose where it's no cause to go.
Here, I must go on with my work.

Get you gone an' play you.