There's nothin' he wouldn't do for th' sake o' showin' off an' flirtin' his tail-feathers.

He's as full o' pride as an egg's full o' meat." He very seldom talked much and sometimes did not even answer Mary's questions except by a grunt, but this morning he said more than usual.
He stood up and rested one hobnailed boot on the top of his spade while he looked her over.
"How long has tha' been here ?" he jerked out.
"I think it's about a month," she answered.
"Tha's beginnin' to do Misselthwaite credit," he said.

"Tha's a bit fatter than tha' was an' tha's not quite so yeller.

Tha' looked like a young plucked crow when tha' first came into this garden.

Thinks I to myself I never set eyes on an uglier, sourer faced young 'un." Mary was not vain and as she had never thought much of her looks she was not greatly disturbed.
"I know I'm fatter," she said.