"They’ll happen make friends when the rabbit makes friends wi’ the ferret," Simon said grimly, "and the blackbird wi’ the cat! I don’t say Sarah isn’t to blame in some ways, but she’s had a deal to put up wi’, all the same. There’s summat about Eliza as sets you fair bilin’ inside your bones! It’s like as if she’d made up her mind to pipe Sarah’s eye straight from the very start. She never said ay to Will, for one thing, till Sarah and me had our wedding-day fixed, and then danged if she didn’t make up her mind to get wed that day an’ all! She fixed same church, same parson, same day and same time,--ay, an’ there’s some folk say she’d ha’ fixed on t’same man if she’d gitten chanst!" He paused for a moment to chuckle when he had said that, but he was too bitter to let his vanity dwell on it for long. "She tellt parson it was a double wedding or summat o’ the sort, but she never let wit on’t to Sarah and me until she was fair inside door. Sarah and me walked to kirk arm in arm, wi’ nowt very much by-ordinar’ on our backs; but Eliza come scampering up in a carriage and pair, donned up in a white gown and wi’ a gert, waggling veil. Will was that shammed on it all he couldn’t abide to look me in t’face, but there, I reckon he couldn’t help hisself, poor lad! Sarah was that wild I could feel her fair dodderin’ wi’ rage as we stood alongside at chancel-step. She was that mad she could hardly shape to get her tongue round Weddin’-Service or owt, and when we was in t’vestry I see her clump both her feet on the tail of Eliza’s gown. She would have it nobody knew she was as much as getting wed at all,--they were that busy gawping at Eliza and her veil. She was a fine, strapping lass, Eliza was, and I’d a deal o’ work keeping my eyes off’n her myself! ... ay, and I won’t say but what she give me a sheep’s eye or so at the back o’ Will as well...." He chuckled again, and his face became suddenly youthful, with a roguish eye. "But yon was no way o’ starting in friendly, was it, Mr. Dent? "Ay, well, things has gone on like that atween ’em more or less ever since, and I won’t say but Sarah’s gitten a bit of her own back when she’s gitten chanst. Will having all the luck and such-like hasn’t made things better, neither. Blindbeck’s ganged up and Sandholes has ganged down,--ay, and seems like to hit bottom afore it stops! Will and me have hung together all along, but the women have always been at each other’s throats. It riled Eliza Jim being always at our spot, and thinking a deal more o’ Sarah than he did of her. Neither on ’em could break him of it, whatever they said or did. He always stuck to it Sandholes was his home by rights." "Pity the two of them aren’t here to help you now," Dent said. "Those runabout lads often make fine men."