“He was a wonnerful man of business, an’ lived on a straw a day, as mother says. But the rest—they come an’ go an’ just bury gude money theer to no better purpose than the gawld at a rainbow foot.”
“Well, I’ll go up in the village an’ look around before Miller’s got time to say any word against me. He’ll spoil my market if he can, I knaw.”
“He’d never dare!”
“I’d have taken my oath he wouldn’t essterday. Now I think differ’nt. He never meant friendship; he awnly wanted for me to smart. Clem Hicks was right.”
“Theer’s Mr. Grimbal might give ’e work, I think. Go an’ ax un, an’ tell un I sent ’e.”
A moment later Chris was sorry she had made this remark.
“What be talkin’ ’bout?” Will asked bluntly. “Tell un you sent me?”
“Martin wants to be friends.”
“‘Martin,’ is it?”
“He axed me to call un so.”