“Nay, loove, tha dostna.”
“’E did. ’E did, I tell thee.”
“Doan’ tha say that,” she cried. “Doan’ tha say it, Stevey.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Tha’ll set folk talking that road.”
“What do they knaw to talk about?”
“Ef they was to remember what tha said.”
“And what did I say?”
“Why, that ef annybody was to coom between thee and me, tha’d do them in.”
“I wasna thinking of ’im. Gawd knaws I wasna.”