An elderly woman with a sack upon her back followed them slowly, and it was obvious that cottagers from Allerby were gathering fuel.
"Confound them! This is too much!" he exclaimed and beckoned his gamekeeper.

"If that is Mrs.Forsyth, tell her to come up." The woman advanced and rested her sack upon the hedge.

Her wrinkled face was wet with sweat, but she did not look alarmed.
"Eh!" she said, "sticks is heavy and I'm none so young as I was." "You have no business in the wood," said Osborn sternly.
"There's nea place else where we can pick up sticks." "That is your affair.

You know you're not allowed to gather wood in my plantations." "We canna gan withoot some kindling; when you canna keep it dry, peat is ill to light.

Terrible messy stuff, too, and mak's nea end o' dirt." The children came up and when they stood, open-mouthed, gazing at the party one of the sportsmen laughed.
"Then burn coal and the dirt won't bother you," Osborn rejoined.
"Hoo can we burn coal ?" the woman asked.