‘Never, lad. There's some felleys that no woman can shap', and Amos is one o' em.’
‘Aw towd him, faither, that yo' know'd yo' were wed, and yo'd nobbud been agate seventeen year.’
‘An' what did he say to that, Milly?’ asked her mother.
‘Why, he towd me aw know'd too mich.’
And at this both Abraham and his wife joined in hearty laughter.
‘When does Penrose bring his wife to Rehoboth, missis?’
‘Saturday neet. We's see her for th' fust time o' Sunday mornin'. Hoo's baan to sit wi' Dr. Hale.’
‘There'll be some een on her, aw bet,’ said Abraham.
‘Wernd there, just. Poor lass! I could fair cry for her when aw think abaat it. An' away fro' her mother, an' o'.’
‘But then hoo'll hev her husband, wernd hoo?’ asked Milly.