"Yo' see it wor this way," explained my father, "Hannah were allus a very fractious woman, more particular as, do what she would, could never get wed, an' such drop o' th'milk o' human kindness as God had ge'en her to start wi' seemed to ha' soured on her. Her an' Sam-o'-Sall's lived neighbour, an' it were like enough 'at her hens strayed into Sammy's fowd, and into th' shippon too. Hens is like other folk, they'll go' wheer they're best off, an' if Hannah threw th' fowls nowt but bacon swards yo' needn't blame 'em if they went wheer they could get out o' th' reach o' her tongue an' a grain of meal an' corn as weel. Onyway she pulled Sammy up afore Parson Wilson for th' eggs, an' Parson Wilson gave it agen yor' mother's cousin. An' what I say is," said my father, pausing to' get his breath, and striking his stick into the ground by way of emphasis, "What I say is, there's no swearin' to eggs. Moreovver Hannah gloried ovver th' decision to that extent it wer' more nor flesh an' blood could bear, an' when she cam' an' set i' church, reight i' th' front o' yor' aunt, wi' a Easter egg fastened i' her bonnet, Sammy saw no way for peace but to join th' Baptists. An', as I said afore, blood's thicker nor water, an' yor' mother an' me havin' prayed on it, and yor' aunt sayin' beside 'at no money o' hers, an' it's well known she's tidy well off, should ever go to th' Erastian idolators, our duty seemed clear both to yo'r mother an' misen. Not but what aw liked th' owd Parson well enough, tho' he wer' a Tory, an me a Whig." We were by this time in the road that strikes across the top of the hill towards Salendine Nook, and by the side of which the Powle Moor Chapel was built, with the house and outbuildings for the minister. We could see the men quitting the burial ground and the little public-house hard by, and, all in their Sunday clothes, folk were coming from every part for the afternoon service, not hurrying, and with no air of business, but solemnly and seriously, talking little, and with thoughts, like their faces, set Zion-wards. When we exchanged greetings, as we did with most, it was in grave tones, for it was not counted decent in my young days to be over cheerful on the Sabbath Day. And tho' as I have said, we at home had not felt the pinch of the hard times more than we could bear, there were few there so well off. Most that went to th' Powle were hand-loom weavers, with here an' there a little shop-keeper, and tho' meal was neither so bad nor so dear as it had been in Barley time, nor work so scarce as it became later, yet most knew the pressure of want, and the shadow of worse things still to come seemed to brood over us all.