"Have yo' heerd aught of Miss Marget lately?"
"Miss--who?" replied Mr. Thornton.
"Miss Marget--Miss Hale--th' oud parson's daughter--yo' known who I mean well enough--if yo'll only think a bit--" (there was nothing disrespectful in the tone in which this was said).
"Oh yes!" and suddenly the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had blown all anxiety away from his mind; and though his mouth was as much compressed as before, his eyes smiled out benignly on his questioner.

'Have yo' heerd aught of Miss Marget lately?'
'Miss who?' replied Mr. Thornton.
'Miss Hale - th' oud parson's daughter - yo' known who I mean, if yo'll only think a bit.' (There was nothing disrespectful in his tone.)
'Oh yes!' and suddenly, the wintry frost-bound look of care left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had blown anxiety away from his mind. 