"And he--?" asked Margaret.
"Said I were to tell yo' to mind yo'r own business.--That's the longest spin yet, my lads.--And them's civil words to what he used to me. But ne'er mind. We're but where we was; and I'll break stones on the road afore I let these little uns clem."
Margaret put the struggling Johnnie out of her arms, back into his former place on the dresser.
"I am sorry I asked you to go to Mr. Thornton's. I am disappointed in him."

'And he-?'
'Said I were to tell yo' to mind your own business. That's the longest spin yet, my lads. - But ne'er mind. We're but where we was; and I'll break stones on th' road afore I let these little uns clem.'
'I am sorry I asked you to go to Mr. Thornton's,' said Margaret. 'I am disappointed in him.'
