Cook says she's sure she've fell out with some one.

That's her way; she takes to bed when she've fell out with any one.

It makes them repent of their sins.' A soft grey mist lay over land and sea.

The church and vicarage were grey and wet.

The beeches at the vicarage gate had broken forth in a myriad buds of silver green, and all the buds were tipped with water, and the grey stems were stained and streaked.