Delia: To take some cross turn he might, and to come at us violent and maybe tear the flesh from our bones.
Staffy: It is best for us do nothing so, but to leave it to the foreknowledge of God.
Delia: There is but the one thing to do. To bring it away out of this and to lodge it within in my own house. We can settle out a place under the hearth.
Staffy: We can make a right division of it at such time as the end will come.
Ralph: What way now will we bring away the crock?
Delia: Let you go outside and be watching the road while Staffy will be bringing out the gold.
Staffy: Ah, I'm not so limber as what Ralph is. There does be giddiness and delay in my feet. It might fail me to heave it to a hiding place and to bring it away unknownst.
Delia: Let you go out so and be keeping a watch, and Ralph will put it on the ass-car under sacks.
Ralph: Do it you. I am not of his own kindred and his family. Any person to get a sketch of me bringing it away they might nearly take myself to be a thief.
Delia: We are doing but what is fair and is right.