"He mun come home--he mun come home." "Susan Sowerby," said Ben Weatherstaff, getting close to her.

"Look at th' lad's legs, wilt tha'?
They was like drumsticks i' stockin' two month' ago--an' I heard folk tell as they was bandy an' knock-kneed both at th' same time.

Look at 'em now!" Susan Sowerby laughed a comfortable laugh.
"They're goin' to be fine strong lad's legs in a bit," she said.

"Let him go on playin' an' workin' in th' garden an' eatin' hearty an' drinkin' plenty o' good sweet milk an' there'll not be a finer pair i' Yorkshire, thank God for it." She put both hands on Mistress Mary's shoulders and looked her little face over in a motherly fashion.
"An' thee, too!" she said.

"Tha'rt grown near as hearty as our 'Lizabeth Ellen.