“Queen of England take you for her boy?”
“Prettier than that.”
“My lor’, it must be worth a brear bit o’ money then! More’n I can afford.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Is it going cheap, or do you think I’m made of gold pieces?”
“It’s not money I want.”
“You’re not like most of us then,” said Mary, and started. “There’s father calling in the yard. Must be goin’ milkin’. Sit ’e down where ’e be and I’ll be back quick as quick and we’ll see if I can pay the price, whatever it is. Sit ’e down and rest.”
But Eli had risen. “Must be going, I believe.”
“Why?”
“Got to see to the horses; I’ve let Bohenna and Davy off for the day, ’count of wrastling.”