Mebbe the children 'll bring her round ag'in.

If she does come round, you see 't you treat her a little more 's y' did when you was a-courtin' her." "This way," roared Councill, putting his arm around his wife's waist.
She boxed his ears, while he guffawed and clucked at his team.
Burns took a measure of salt and went out into the pasture to salt the cows.

On the sunlit slope of the field, where the cattle came running and bawling to meet him, he threw down the salt in handfuls, and then lay down to watch them as they eagerly licked it up, even gnawing a bare spot in the sod in their eagerness to get it all.
Burns was not a drinking man; he was hard-working, frugal; in fact, he had no extravagances except his tobacco.

His clothes he wore until they all but dropped from him; and he worked in rain and mud, as well as dust and sun.

It was this suffering and toiling all to no purpose that made him sour and irritable.