Bessie Pugh always was one to take upon herself, and, as I often says to her, when I hear her a-goin' on about free grace and the like, 'Bessie,' I says, 'if I was a widder on the parish, and not so much as a pig to fat up for Christmas, and coming to church reg'lar on Loaf Sunday, which it's not that I ain't sorry for ye, but _I_ wouldn't take upon myself, if I was you, to talk of things as I'd better leave to them as is beholden to nobody and pays their rent reg'lar.

I've no patience--But eh, dear Miss Ruth! look at that gentleman going down the road, and the dog too.

Why, ye haven't so much as got up! He's gone.

He was a foreigner, and no mistake.

Why, good Lord! there he is coming back again.