You can't go to church now!" "Please, sir--" "I says you can't go to church now.

You must learn to think a little of others, lad.

You sees how I sweats to serve the squire! and you must serve him too.

Why, your mother's got the house and premishes almost rent-free; you ought to have a grateful heart, Leonard Fairfield, and feel for his honour! Poor man! his heart is well-nigh bruk, I am sure, with the goings on." Leonard opened his innocent blue eyes, while Mr.Stirn dolorously wiped his own.
"Look at that 'ere dumb cretur," said Stirn, suddenly, pointing to the stocks,--"look at it.

If it could speak, what would it say, Leonard Fairfield?
Answer me that! 'Damn the stocks,' indeed!" "It was very bad in them to write such naughty words," said Lenny, gravely.