little likelihoods—for it seems as if them as aren't wanted here are th' only folks as aren't wanted i' th' other world."
"But thee wotna like moving from th' old place, this Michaelmas twelvemonth," said Mr Poyser, "and going into a strange parish, where thee know'st nobody. It'll be hard upon us both, and upo' father too."
"Eh, it's no use worreting; there's plenty o' things may happen between this and Michaelmas twelvemonth. The Captain may be master afore then, for what we know," said Mrs Poyser, inclined to take an unusually hopeful view of an embarrassment which had been brought about by her own merit, and not by other people's fault.
"I'm none for worreting," said Mr Poyser, rising from his three-cornered chair and walking slowly towards the door; "but I should be loath to leave th' old place, and the parish where I was bred and born, and father afore me. We should leave our roots behind us, I doubt, and niver thrive again."
