I've a great mind for t' tak yo' two lassies back wi' me, and let yo' see a bit o' t' world; may-be, I may yet.
Her sister Bessy looked much pleased with this plan, but Sylvia was rather inclined to take offence at Molly's patronizing ways, and replied,-- 'I'm none so fond o' noise and bustle; why, yo'll not be able to hear yoursels speak wi' all them carts and carriages.

I'd rayther bide at home; let alone that mother can't spare me.' It was, perhaps, a rather ungracious way of answering Molly Brunton's speech, and so she felt it to be, although her invitation had been none of the most courteously worded.

She irritated Sylvia still further by repeating her last words,-- '"Mother can't spare me;" why, mother 'll have to spare thee sometime, when t' time for wedding comes.' 'I'm none going to be wed,' said Sylvia; 'and if I were, I'd niver go far fra' mother.' 'Eh! what a spoilt darling it is.

How Brunton will laugh when I tell him about yo'; Brunton's a rare one for laughin'.

It's a great thing to have got such a merry man for a husband.