"She seemed to like having me there at last; but her sons say she doesn't like young women about her, commonly; and I thought just at first she was almost angry with me for going."
"Eh, it's a poor look-out when th' ould foulks doesna like the young uns," said old Martin, bending his head down lower, and seeming to trace the pattern of the quarries with his eye.
"Ay, it's ill livin' in a hen-roost for them as doesn't like fleas," said Mrs Poyser. "We've all had our turn at bein' young, I reckon, be't good luck or ill."
"But she must learn to 'commodate herself to young women," said Mr Poyser, "for it isn't to be counted on as Adam and Seth 'ull keep bachelors for the next ten year to please their mother. That 'ud be onreasonable. It isn't right for old nor young nayther to make a bargain all o' their own side. What's good for one's good all round i' the long run. I'm no friend to young fellows a-marr'ing afore they know the difference atween a crab an' a apple; but they may wait o'er long."
"To be sure," said Mrs Poyser; "if you go past your dinner-time, there'll be little relish o' your meat. You turn it o'er an' o'er wi' your fork, an'
