CHAPTER XV.
"IT WOULD BE A GOOD THING."
Exciting events were not so common in Broxton and its vicinity that this one could remain in the background. It furnished a topic of conversation for the dinner and tea-tables of every family within ten miles of the place. On Murdoch's next visit to the Briarleys', Granny Dixon insisted on having the matter explained for the fortieth time and was manifestly disgusted by the lack of dramatic incident connected with it.
"Tha seed her dress catch i' th' wheel an' dragged her back," she shouted. "Was na theer nowt else? Did na she swound away, nor nothin'?"
"No," he answered. "She did not know what had happened at first."
Granny Dixon gave him a shrewd glance of examination, and then favored him with a confidential remark, presented at the top of her voice.
"I conna bide her," she said.
"What did Mr. Ffrench say to thee?" asked Janey. "Does tha think he'll gie thee owt fur it?"
"No," answered Murdoch. "He won't do that."
"He owt to," said Janey fretfully. "An' tha owt to tak' it, if he does. Tha does na think enow o' money an' th' loike. Yo'll nivver get on i' th' world if yo' mak' light o' money an' let it slip by yo'."
