Hesn't he left ye nowt?
DORA.
No, Mr. Dobson.
DOBSON.
But he were mighty fond o' ye, warn't he?
DORA.
Fonder of poor Eva--like everybody else.
DOBSON (_handing_ DORA _basket of roses_).
Not like me, Miss Dora; and I ha' browt these roses to ye--I forgits
what they calls 'em, but I hallus gi'ed soom on 'em to Miss Eva at
this time o' year. Will ya taaeke 'em? fur Miss Eva, she set the bush
by my dairy winder afoor she went to school at Littlechester--so I
allus browt soom on 'em to her; and now she be gone, will ye taaeke
'em, Miss Dora?
DORA.
I thank you. They tell me that yesterday you mentioned her name too
suddenly before my father. See that you do not do so again!
DOBSON.
Noae; I knaws a deal better now. I seed how the owd man wur vext.
DORA.
I take them, then, for Eva's sake.
[_Takes basket, places some in her dress_.
DOBSON.
Eva's saaeke. Yeas. Poor gel, poor gel! I can't abeaer to think on 'er
now, fur I'd ha' done owt fur 'er mysen; an' ony o' Steer's men, an'
ony o' my men 'ud ha' done owt fur 'er, an' all the parish 'ud ha'
done owt fur 'er, fur we was all on us proud on 'er, an' them theer be
soom of her oaen roses, an' she wur as sweet as ony on 'em--the Lord
bless 'er--'er oaen sen; an' weaent ye taaeke 'em now, Miss Dora, fur 'er
saaeke an' fur my saaeke an' all?
DORA.
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