I'll look for a way down when we get to the top." Grace warned him about the inclination of the hillside to the rocks and stopped at the bottom of the crag.
"I think I'll go across the hill and watch the first sledge come down, if you're not too long," she said and paused for a moment.

"Perhaps you needn't tell the others it was my plan." Kit said he would not do so and was strangely satisfied as he went on with his horses.

He understood her hesitation; it was delightful to feel that she had given him her confidence and they shared a secret.

At the top, he found the others had loaded the sledges and were ready to start.
Since the dales folk are conservative, he had expected some opposition to his plan, but they listened attentively and an old man supported him.
"I mind hearing my father say that yan hard winter after a wet back end o' year, they let peat run doon t' fell.

What has been done yance can be done again." Kit said nothing; for the other, by using a favorite motto, had banished his companions' dislike of novelties.
"It was deeun no' so long sin'," another remarked.