“Ef he doos it again, ef he cooms between thee and me, Dorsy, I shall do ’im in.”
“Naw, tha maunna talk that road.”
“It’s Gawd’s truth. Anybody that cooms between thee and me, loove, I shall do ’im in. Ef ’twas thy aunt, I should wring ’er neck, same as I wroong Ned’s.”
“And ef it was me, Steven?”
“Ef it wur thee, ef tha left me— Aw, doan’t tha assk me, Dorsy.”
“There—that’s ’ow tha scares me.”
“But tha’ ’astna left me—’tes thy wedding claithes tha’rt making.”
“Aye, ’tes my wedding claithes.”
She had started fingering the white stuff, looking at it with her head on one side, smiling prettily. Then all of a sudden she had flung it down in a heap and burst out crying. When he tried to comfort her she pushed him off and ran out of the room, to Mr. Greathead.
It must have been half an hour ago and she had not come back yet.