'Savages! certainly not.'
'There be here. I be one. I be a Cobbledick, and the Cobbledicks be all savages. But vaither and I be better nor the rest out Nymet. They be savages and no mistake.'
'I have no doubt of it.'
'I say, young lady, is that man as they carried on the gate to West Wyke your vaither?'
'He is my father.'
'Did he bang you about much? Did he whack you often wi' a bunch of vuzz? Not but you'd mind over much wi' all them pack o' clothes to your back.'
'Certainly not.'
'Did you have to rock him to sleep o' nights in a barril?'
'No.'
'Mebbe you niver had much dodging out of the way of the stones he throwed at your head.'