"I was not sure whether you would come this way, Martin, but I thought I would run the chance. There is no such thing as getting a quiet word spoken in the church or churchyard."
"Will you agree?--make over Mrs. Pryor to my mother, and put me in her skirts?"
"As if I could understand you! What puts Mrs. Pryor into your head?"
"You call her 'mamma,' don't you?"
"She _is_ my mamma."

"I hoped you would come this way, Martin. There is no chance of getting a quiet word spoken in the church or churchyard."
"Will you agree? Exchange me for Mrs. Pryor?"
"As if I could understand you! What puts Mrs. Pryor into your head?"
"You call her 'mamma,' don't you? 