“’Deed, I don’t know, unless it ha’ been brought on by the dream I had last night. ’Twer’ a dreadful unpleasant one. I didn’t tell you o’ it ’fore ye went out, thinkin’ it might worry ye.”
“Tell me now, mother.”
“It hadn’t nought to do wi’ us ourselves, after all. Only concernin’ them as live nearest us.”
“Ha! the Morgans?”
“Yes; the Morgans.”
“Oh, mother, what did you dream about them?”
“That I wor standin’ on the big hill above their house, in the middle o’ the night, wi’ black darkness all round me; and there lookin’ down what should I see comin’ out o’ their door?”
“What?”
“The canwyll corph!”
“The canwyll corph?”