"I say, our Sally, you’d best look out when you _do_ get wed, or happen I’ll play a trick on you, same as mother did Aunt Sarah! You’ll be rarely riled if I come marching up the aisle with a fine young man, taking all the shine out of you and Elliman!" The cousin said something in a low tone which made her flush and laugh, and Sally guessed at it quickly enough, though it did not reach her ears. The tears came into her eyes, and on an impulse of fellow-feeling she turned towards her aunt. She was asking after May Fleming when her mother broke across her talk. "Eh, now, Sarah, yon was never May, was it, along wi’ you in Witham? I’ll be bound I’d never have known her if she hadn’t been with you, but there’s not that many you’re seen about with nowadays at market. ’Tisn’t like me, as can’t stir a step without somebody wanting a crack or hanging on to my gown. But May’s changed out of all knowledge,--I was fair bothered to see her look so old! I’ll swear our Annie Belle looks as young again, for all she’s been wed a dozen year at least. Ay, I thought May terble old, and terble unmannerly as well. I’d be shammed to think as any lass o’ mine had suchlike ways. You weren’t over-pleasant spoken yourself, Sarah, if it comes to that. The folk in the caif were laughing a deal after you’d gone out, and saying you must be wrong in the garrets to act so queer." Sarah had regained her spirit a little, in spite of her poor tea. She straightened herself on the plush chair and answered calmly. "They can say what suits ’em and welcome, as long as they let me be. You know what put me about, Eliza, and nobody to thank for it but yourself. As for folks laughing and making game o’ me and suchlike, it was you they was sniggering at plain enough when I come out." Eliza’s colour rose, but she struggled to keep her virtuous air. She looked at Sarah with a sorrowful eye. "I wouldn’t get telling lies about it, Sarah," she observed kindly, "I wouldn’t indeed! Mrs. Addison’s listening, think on, and she’ll be rarely shocked at suchlike ways. Caif-folk were shocked more than a deal, an’ me just having a friendly talk an’ all!" "It’s a queer sort o’ friendliness as puts folk to open shame!" Sarah’s colour was flying a flag, too. "It’s nobbut a queer sort o’ friend as goes shouting your private business at the end of a bell!"