"Happen none the better for that."
"Geordie isn't the sort as grows old--Geordie an' Jim----"
"Nay, then, I want nowt about Jim!" Sarah flared, and the other laughed.
"It's hard to think of 'em apart even now,--they were that like. Why, I've mixed 'em myself, over and over again, and fine fun it was for them, to be sure!"
"I never mixed 'em!" Sarah snapped, with a blind glare. "I never see a scrap o' likeness myself."
"Why, the whole countryside couldn't tell 'em apart,--school-folk an' all! 'Twasn't only their faces was like; 'twas their voices, too."
"Hold your whisht!"
"You'll remember yon calls they had, Geordie an' Jim----"
"Whisht, I tell ye!" There was something scared as well as angry in Sarah's tone, and May was hushed into silence in spite of herself. "Jim was sweet on you, too," the old woman went on surlily, after a pause. "If there wasn't that much to choose between 'em, why didn't you choose him?"
"There was all the world to choose between them, when it come to it," May said smiling, but with tears in her voice. "Once Geordie'd kissed me, I never mixed 'em up again!"