"I like her," said Higgins, suddenly. "Hoo speaks plain out what's in her mind. Hoo doesn't comprehend th' Union for all that. It's a great power: it's our only power. I ha' read a bit o' poetry about a plough going o'er a daisy, as made tears come into my eyes, afore I'd other cause for crying. But the chap ne'er stopped driving the plough, I'se warrant, for all he was pitiful about the daisy. He'd too much mother-wit for that. Th' Union's the plough, making ready the land for harvest-time. Such as Boucher--'twould be settin' him up too much to liken him to a daisy; he's liker a weed lounging over the ground--mun just made up their mind to be put out o' the way. I'm sore vexed wi' him just now. 
'I like her,' said Higgins, suddenly. 'Hoo speaks plain out what's in her mind. Hoo doesn't comprehend th' Union for all that. It's our only power. I ha' read a bit o' poetry about a plough going o'er a daisy, as made tears come into my eyes. But the chap ne'er stopped driving the plough, for all he pitied the daisy. He'd too much sense for that. Th' Union's the plough, making ready the land for harvest-time. Such as Boucher - he's no daisy; he's liker a weed lounging over the ground - they must make up their mind to be put out o' the way. I'm sore vexed wi' him just now. 