I ha' heaerd 'im
a-gawin' on 'ud make your 'air--God bless it!--stan' on end. And wuss
nor that. When theer wur a meeting o' farmers at Littlechester t'other
daaey, and they was all a-crying out at the bad times, he cooms up, and
he calls out among our oaen men, 'The land belongs to the
people!'
DORA.
And what did _you_ say to that?
DOBSON.
Well, I says, s'pose my pig's the land, and you says it belongs to the
parish, and theer be a thousand i' the parish, taaekin' in the women
and childer; and s'pose I kills my pig, and gi'es it among 'em, why
there wudn't be a dinner for nawbody, and I should ha' lost the pig.
DORA.
And what did he say to that?
DOBSON.
Nowt--what could he saaey? But I taaekes 'im fur a bad lot and a burn
fool, and I haaetes the very sight on him.
DORA. (_Looking at_ DOBSON.)
Master Dobson, you are a comely man to look at.
DOBSON.
I thank you for that, Miss Dora, onyhow.
DORA.
Ay, but you turn right ugly when you're in an ill temper; and I
promise you that if you forget yourself in your behaviour to this
gentleman, my father's friend, I will never change word with you
again.
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