whipped him for taking cream when she’d throwed it out her own self — ”

“Tom! The sperrit was upon you! You was a prophesying — that’s what you was doing! Land alive, go on, Tom!”

“Then Sid he said — he said — ”

“I don’t think I said anything,” said Sid.

“Yes you did, Sid,” said Mary.

“Shut your heads and let Tom go on! What did he say, Tom?”

“He said — I think he said he hoped I was better off where I was gone to, but if I’d been better sometimes — ”

“There, d’you hear that! It was his very words!”