Mary nodded.
“Martha towd me.”
“Oh!”
There was a look passed over Mary’s face which I took to mean that Martha would have a piece of Mary’s mind first chance that offered.
“Well?” I said.
“Well, of course, I’d ha’ nowt to do wi’ him.”
“Aw should think not,” I said, moving a little closer to her.
“And at first he thowt aw’d promised George.”
“That comes fra not knowin’ thi own mind.” Mary drew further off.
“I told him so misen,” I said.