‘Nowe!’ cried Dan. ‘He'd brun (burn) his wings if he did.’
And at this all laughed, save the thoughtful man who put the first question to the old Calvinist.
‘Thaa knows, Amos,’ said he, ‘I look at it i' this way. Supposin' th' factory geet o' fire this mornin', an' yo' hed th' chance o' savin' that lass o' mine that back-tents for yo', yo'd save her, wouldn't yo'?’
‘Yi, lad, if I'd th' chance,’ replied Amos.
‘Then haa is it yo're so mich better nor Him, as yo' co th' Almeety, for yo' reckon He'll noan save some o' us?’
‘I tell thee I'd save th' lass if I hed th' chance. We con nobbud do what we're permitted to do. We're only instruments in th' Almeety's honds.’
‘But isn't th' Almeety His own Measter?’
‘So He is, but His ways are past findin' out.’
‘An' thaa means to say thaa'd save my lass, and th' Almeety wouldn't save me?’