Eh! I am glad.

Mrs.Medlock thinks a lot o' mother.
Perhaps she could talk to her." "I like your mother," said Mary.
"I should think tha' did," agreed Martha, polishing away.
"I've never seen her," said Mary.
"No, tha' hasn't," replied Martha.
She sat up on her heels again and rubbed the end of her nose with the back of her hand as if puzzled for a moment, but she ended quite positively.
"Well, she's that sensible an' hard workin' an' goodnatured an' clean that no one could help likin' her whether they'd seen her or not.

When I'm goin' home to her on my day out I just jump for joy when I'm crossin' the moor." "I like Dickon," added Mary.

"And I've never seen him." "Well," said Martha stoutly, "I've told thee that th' very birds likes him an' th' rabbits an' wild sheep an' ponies, an' th' foxes themselves.

I wonder," staring at her reflectively, "what Dickon would think of thee ?" "He wouldn't like me," said Mary in her stiff, cold little way.