“Fev’rish in his mind, look you. And that set agen my lady ’tis a mortal sin. Yas, Mary be mendin’. A be-utiful corpse she’d ha’ made. ’Twould ha’ been a sad pleasure to lay her out. Aggie got miffed when I passed the remark to her las’ night.”
Nicodemus heaved a sigh.
“Young folks be upsettin’, Martha. We be livin’ in fearful and wondersome times.”
Martha did not answer him, her attention being engrossed by a sudden sight of Nick capering wildly across the green.
“Come you here,” she shouted.
Nick danced up, grinning.
“Wheer ha’ you been, Nick? Up to some mischief, I’ll be bound.”
“He can bide along wi’ me,” said Nicodemus comfortably.
“I likes you,” said Nick.
“Do ’ee now? For why?”