"He got his paw caught in a trap, so I'm obliged to carry him." "Poor little soul! There's a-many traps all about 'ere, lots o' the land bein' private property.

Go on, Jim!" And she shook the reins on her pony's neck, thereby causing that intelligent animal to start off at a pleasantly regular pace.

"I allus sez that if the rich ladies and gentlemen as eats up every bit o' land in Great Britain could put traps in the air to catch the noses of everything but themselves as dares to breathe it, they'd do it, singin' glory all the time.

For they goes to church reg'lar." "Ah, it's a wise thing to be seen _looking_ good in public!" said Helmsley.
The woman laughed.
"That's right! You can do a lot o' humbuggin' if you're friends with the parson, what more often than not humbugs everybody hisself.

I'm no church-goer, but I turn out the best cheese an' butter in these parts, an' I never tells no lies nor cheats any one of a penny, so I aint worryin' about my soul, seein' it's straight with my neighbours." "Are there many rich people living about here ?" inquired Helmsley.
"Not enough to do the place real good.