human
Martin Grimbal 's so gude a friend as any man could have, an' you did n't ought to have bullyragged him that way,
gpt
You say that! Ban't a man to speak his mind to thieves an' robbers?
human
No such thing. 'T is a sacred stone an' not your property at all. To refuse ten pound for it!
gpt
Hold your noise, then, an' let me mind my business my awn way,
human
You 'm a knaw-nought gert fule, she said,
gpt
You can speak like that--you, my awn wife--you, as ought to be heart an' soul with me in everything I do? An' the husband I am to 'e. Then I should reckon I be fairly alone in the world, an' no mistake--'cept for mother.
human
confessed Will gloomily.
gpt
I must be differ'nt to what I fancied for I allus felt I could do with a waggon-load of friends. Yet they 'm droppin' off. Coourse I knaw why well enough, tu. They've had wind o' tight times to Newtake, though how they should I caan't say, for the farm 's got a prosperous look to my eye, an' them as drops in dinnertime most often finds meat on the table. Straange a man what takes such level views as me should fall out wi' his elders so much.
human
So he do; an' if you 'm wise enough to see that, you ought to be wise enough to see I'm right 'bout the gate-post. Who 's Martin Grimbal to offer me money? A self-made man, same as me. Yet he might have had it, an' welcome if he'd axed proper.
gpt
Of course, if you put it so, Will.
human
Theer 's no ways else to put it as I can see.
gpt
But for your awn peace of mind it might be wisest to dig the cross up. I listened by the window an' heard Billy Blee tellin' of awful cusses, an' he 's wise wi'out knawin' it sometimes.
human
That's all witchcraft an' stuff an' nonsense, an' you ought to knaw better, Phoebe. 'T is as bad as setting store on the flight o' magpies, or gettin' a dead tooth from the churchyard to cure toothache, an' such-like folly.
gpt
Ban't folly allus, Will; theer 's auld tried wisdom in some ancient sayings.
human
Well, you guide your road by my light if you want to be happy. 'T is for you I uses all my thinking brain day an' night--for your gude an' the li'l man's.
gpt
I knaw--I knaw right well 't is so, dear Will, an' I'm sorry I spoke so quick.
human
I'll forgive 'e before you axes me, sweetheart. Awnly you must larn to trust me, an' theer 's no call for you to fear. Us must speak out sometimes, an' I did just now, an' 't is odds but some of them chaps, Grimbal included, may have got a penn'orth o' wisdom from me.
gpt
So 't is, then, she said, cuddling to him;
human
admitted Will,