"Who cares for all Bungay,--a set of beery chaps as knows nothing but swilling and smoking;--and John Crumb the main of 'em all? There never was a chap for beer like John Crumb."
"Never saw him the worse o' liquor in all my life." And the old farmer, as he gave this grand assurance, rattled his fist down upon the table.
"It ony just makes him stoopider and stoopider the more he swills. You can't tell me, grandfather, about John Crumb. I knows him."
"Didn't ye say as how ye'd have him? Didn't ye give him a promise?"
"If I did, I ain't the first girl as has gone back of her word,--and I shan't be the last."

"Who cares for all Bungay - beery chaps as knows nothing but swilling and smoking? There never was a chap for beer like John Crumb."
"Never saw him the worse o' liquor in all my life." And the old farmer rattled his fist upon the table.
"It just makes him stoopider."
"Didn't ye say as how ye'd have him? Didn't ye promise?"
"If I did, I ain't the first girl as has gone back of her word."
