'I mun go home-along,' she said; 'the sun's undering.'
'Will you come to Hunter's Spinney on Sunday?'
'Why ever?'
'Because I say so.'
'But why so far, whatever?' she asked amazedly.
'Because I want you to.'
'But I mun go to chapel along of Ed'ard, and sing 'ymns proper wi' the folks—and me singing higher nor any of them can go, for all I'm new to it—and the old lady'—her face grew mischievous—'the old lady in a shiny silk gownd as creaks and creaks when she stirs about!'
Reddin lost patience.
'You're to start as soon as they're in church, d'you see?'
'Maybe I 'unna come.'