"I dare say, at first, it may be so; but persevere, and in the end your wife will be silenced."
"I wish I could think so," he replied; "but I'm afraid, Ma'am, her tongue have been going so long now, that nothing 'cept a miracle won't stop it."
"Is Mrs. Marks at home?"
"No, Ma'am, she's out. And that's another thing bothers me, she's taken to going out all hours now, no matter what kind of weather 'tis. It's a puzzle to me where she goes to, tramping about in the mud."
"Well, I cannot help you there," replied Goody Grey, "her tongue I might stop, but not her actions, you must look to those yourself."
"And so I mean to, Mrs. Grey, so I will," said Matthew, determinately. "I only thought so this very day, as I was leaning on this very gate, just before I saw you."
"It is a wise resolution, but fools see wisdom or learn it sometimes."
"Don't you begin that old story agin, Ma'am, nor say one word about the trees that's going to fall; for I can't abide it, and don't want to know nothing about what's going to happen. Death's near enough for us all, but we don't want to be knowing when he's going to knock us up."
"Where there's a storm there's sure to be a wreck," said she.
"Stop there, Ma'am," replied Matthew, "and don't be after looking that way at the cottage. What do yer see?"