The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 28 Page 31

— some of us. My fambly war all good stock, capable and peart; an’ now heark to me. Wharevah you go, just you hold your hade up. The’ hain’t nothin’ more despisable than a body ‘at goes meachin’ around like some old sheep-stealin’ houn’ dog. Now if he sure ‘nough have sont fer ye, go, an’ I’ll help ye, but if he haven’t, bide whar ye be.”

Cassandra drew in her breath sharply, no longer able to evade the question, with her mother’s keen eyes searching her face. All her reasons for going flashed through her mind in a moment’s space of time. The book she had been reading — what were English people really like? And David — her David — her boy’s father — what shameful things were they saying of him all