The three, as they passed, nodded smilingly to the two farmers, and went into the church.
“May Fisher be allus down at the Estcourts”, said Ruck. “S’pose her finds it dull up on the hills with the old man.”
“Mrs Estcourt looks well,” said Hedges. “Warn hur’ll marry agen some day. Miss Margaret do dress a bit, you.”
“Nation gay. Hur be a upstanding girl, that Margaret Estcourt. A’ got a thousand pound under the will.”
“And the Greene Ferne Farm when the widder goes.”
“Five hundred acres freehold, and them housen in to town.”
“A’ be a featish-looking girl, you.”
“So be May Fisher; but a’ bean’t such a queen as Mother. Margaret walks as if the parish belonged to her.”
“If a’ did, her would sell un, and buy a new bonnet. These yer wimmen!”
The sound of singing came from the open door under the tower hard by.