"Ey, he's of the bettermer sort, is Paul."
"Does she live at the parson's—Parson Christian's?"
"Why, yes, man; it's only naturable—he's her guardian."
"And what a man he is, to be sure."
"Ey, we'll never see his like again when he's gone."
"Nay, not till the water runs up bank and trees grow down bank."
"And what a scholar, and no pride neither, and what's mair in a parson, no greed. Why, the leal fellow values the world and the world's gear not a flea."
"Contentment's a kingdom, as folk say, and religion is no worse for a bit o' charity."
There was a momentary pressure of the company toward the mouth of the booth, where Gubblum Oglethorpe reappeared with his pack swung from his neck in front of him. The girls gathered eagerly around.
"What have you to-day, Gubblum?"