England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"If thou hast made up thy mind, there's no speaking again it; and thou
must e'en go. Thou'lt be sadly pottered wi' Manchester ways; but that's
not my look out. Why, thou'lt have to buy potatoes, a thing thou hast
never done afore in all thy born life. Well! it's not my look out. It's
rather for me than again me. Our Jenny is going to be married to Tom
Higginbotham, and he was speaking of wanting a bit of land to begin upon.
His father will be dying sometime, I reckon, and then he'll step into the
Croft Farm. But meanwhile--"
"Then, thou'lt let the farm," said she, still as eagerly as ever.
"Ay, ay, he'll take it fast enough, I've a notion. But I'll not drive a
bargain with thee just now; it would not be right; we'll wait a bit."
"No; I cannot wait; settle it out at once."
"Well, well; I'll speak to Will about it. I see him out yonder. I'll
step to him and talk it over."
Accordingly he went and joined the two lads, and, without more ado, began
the subject to them.
"Will, thy mother is fain to go live in Manchester, and covets to let the
farm. Now, I'm willing to take it for Tom Higginbotham; but I like to
drive a keen bargain, and there would be no fun chaffering with thy
mother just now. Let thee and me buckle to, my lad! and try and cheat
each other; it will warm us this cold day."
"Let the farm!" said both the lads at once, with infinite surprise. "Go
live in Manchester!"
When Samuel Orme found that the plan had never before been named to
either Will or Tom, he would have nothing to do with it, he said, until
they had spoken to their mother. Likely she was "dazed" by her husband's
death; he would wait a day or two, and not name it to any one; not to Tom
Higginbotham himself, or may be he would set his heart upon it. The lads
had better go in and talk it over with their mother. He bade them good-
day, and left them.
Will looked very gloomy, but he did not speak till they got near the
house. Then he said--
"Tom, go to th' shippon, and supper the cows. I want to speak to mother
alone."
When he entered the house-place, she was sitting before the fire, looking
into its embers. She did not hear him come in: for some time she had
lost her quick perception of outward things.
"Mother! what's this about going to Manchester?" asked he.
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