Bessy had been watching Margaret's face; she half sate up to speak now, laying her hand on Margaret's arm with a gesture of entreaty. "Don't be vexed wi' him--there's many a one thinks like him: many and many a one here. If yo' could hear them speak, yo'd not be shocked at him; he's a rare good man, is father--but oh!" said she, falling back in despair, "what he says at times makes me long to die more than ever, for I want to know so many things, and am so tossed about wi' wonder."
"Poor wench--poor old wench--I'm loth to vex thee, I am; but a man mun speak out for the truth, and when I see the world going all wrong at this time o' day, bothering itself wi' things it knows nought about, and leaving undone all the things that lie in disorder close at its hand--why, I say, leave a' this talk about religion alone, and set to work on what yo' see and know. That's my creed. It's simple, and not far to fetch, nor hard to work."
But the girl only pleaded the more with Margaret.

Bessy had been watching Margaret's face; she half sat up, laying her hand on Margaret's arm. 'Don't be vexed wi' him - there's many a one thinks like him; and he's a rare good man, is father - but oh!' said she, falling back in despair, 'what he says at times makes me long to die more than ever, for I want to know so many things, and am so tossed about wi' wonder.'
'Poor wench - I'm sorry to vex thee, I am; but a man mun speak out for the truth, and when I see the world going all wrong, bothering itself wi' things it knows nought about, and leaving undone all the things that lie in disorder close at hand - why, I say, leave this talk about religion alone, and set to work on what yo' see and know. That's my creed. It's simple.'
But the girl only pleaded