He loves a bit o' taters an' gravy.

But he's been so sore an' angered, he wouldn't ate 'em, for all I'd putten 'em by o' purpose for him.

An' he's been a-threatenin' to go away again," she went on, whimpering, "an' I'm fast sure he'll go some dawnin' afore I'm up, an' niver let me know aforehand, an' he'll niver come back again when once he's gone.

An' I'd better niver ha' had a son, as is like no other body's son for the deftness an' th' handiness, an' so looked on by th' grit folks, an' tall an' upright like a poplar-tree, an' me to be parted from him an' niver see 'm no more." "Come, Mother, donna grieve thyself in vain," said Seth, in a soothing voice.

"Thee'st not half so good reason to think as Adam 'ull go away as to think he'll stay with thee.