But it was far too good an opportunity for the exercise of Molly's kind of wit for her to pass over.
'Oh, oh! our cousin Philip, is it?
and he'll not be living so far away from your mother?
I've no need be a witch to put two and two together.

He's a coming here to-night, isn't he, Bessy ?' 'I wish yo' wouldn't talk so, Molly,' said Sylvia; 'me and Philip is good enough friends, but we niver think on each other in that way; leastways, I don't.' '(Sweet butter! now that's my mother's old-fashioned way; as if folks must eat sweet butter now-a-days, because her mother did!) That way,' continued Molly, in the manner that annoyed Sylvia so much, repeating her words as if for the purpose of laughing at them.
'"That way ?" and pray what is t' way yo're speaking on?
I niver said nought about marrying, did I, that yo' need look so red and shamefaced about yo'r cousin Philip?
But, as Brunton says, if t' cap fits yo', put it on.

I'm glad he's comin' to-night tho', for as I'm done makin' love and courtin', it's next best t' watch other folks; an' yo'r face, Sylvia, has letten me into a secret, as I'd some glimpses on afore I was wed.' Sylvia secretly determined not to speak a word more to Philip than she could help, and wondered how she could ever have liked Molly at all, much less have made a companion of her.

The table was now laid out, and nothing remained but to criticize the arrangement a little.
Bessy was full of admiration.
'Theere, Molly!' said she.

'Yo' niver seed more vittle brought together i' Newcassel, I'll be bound; there'll be above half a hundredweight o' butcher's meat, beside pies and custards.