"I think it would have run into the Hindbeck kitchen but for the wall." "Then it was a wall that stopped us.

It felt like a rock." "Come and see," said Kit, holding out his hand to help her up.
"I think," she said, "I'd rather you looked for my hat." He went off and it was two or three minutes before he found the hat among the scattered peat.

When he came back it was nearly dark, but Grace's hair was no longer untidy, and the snow that had smeared her clothes had gone.

She walked with him to where the sledge rested on a pile of stones, and looking through the gap, they saw a woman with a lantern cross a narrow pasture between them and a house.
"What's t' matter ?" the woman shouted and turned round.

"Janet, gan on and see what's brokken t' wa'." Another figure came out of the gloom and Grace looked at Kit.
"I don't know who Janet is, but I do know Mrs.Creighton.She talks," she said.