Adam broke in impatiently.
"Now, Mother, don't cry and talk so.

Haven't I got enough to vex me without that?
What's th' use o' telling me things as I only think too much on every day?
If I didna think on 'em, why should I do as I do, for the sake o' keeping things together here?
But I hate to be talking where it's no use: I like to keep my breath for doing i'stead o' talking." "I know thee dost things as nobody else 'ud do, my lad.

But thee't allays so hard upo' thy feyther, Adam.

Thee think'st nothing too much to do for Seth: thee snapp'st me up if iver I find faut wi' th' lad.

But thee't so angered wi' thy feyther, more nor wi' anybody else." "That's better than speaking soft and letting things go the wrong way, I reckon, isn't it?
If I wasn't sharp with him he'd sell every bit o' stuff i' th' yard and spend it on drink.