But parson, he beats me, and you his son, so they tell, though I never could think it myself.

If he ain't the meanest ferret I ever clapped eyes on, may the old mare fall down and break my neck.

Well, he'll hear about it, I can promise him, especially if he meets my missus what's got a tongue in her head, and is a chapel woman into the bargain.

Lord! there comes the train.

Don't you fear, we'll catch her.