"Mornin', sur."
"Good-morning, Mrs. Crantock."
"This es ter'ble news, sur."
"Yes, very terrible."
"I d' think et es judgment from God."
"Why do you think that, Mrs. Crantock?"
"Ah, sur, w've a forgot God, sur. Things be'ant what they used to be, and God's goin' to teach us a lesson."
She was a woman perhaps sixty years of age, and had a patient, kindly face, even although it was not without signs of determination and vigor.
"What reason have you for saying that we have forgotten God?" I asked. I reflected that she was an intelligent woman, and represented the class to which she belonged.
"Ah, sur, I've lived in Cornwall all my life, and I ca'ant 'elp seein' the deffurence between things now and what they used to be."