Well, what are you afeard on Abby—I don’t believe he’s one o’ the crew—is he, uncle Matthew?
The preacher was afraid to open his mouth—his heart was too full. It was the first time they had called each other Abby and Bridgy, for months.
And so—and so—they may say what they like; and I—I—as for me Abby, I’m not afeard now, one bit—
How you talk Bridgy.
No—and I’ll never be afeard again—so there!
Why—Bridgy!
And so you’d better come out o’ your cubby-house, and go up to it and speak to it; I’m not afeard now, you see.
Nor I.
Yes you be, or you wouldn’t stay there.
What if you speak to it agin Bridgy?