That would have been out o ' Nature . She got 'em back as she sent 'em . The blind man he had n't seen naught of anythin ' , an ' the dumb man nature-ally he could n't say aught of what he 'd seen . I reckon that was why the Pharisees pitched on 'em for the ferryin ' job . ' ` But what did you -- what did Robin promise the Widow ? ' said Dan . ` What did he promise , now ? ' Tom pretended to think . ` Was n't your woman a Whitgift , Ralph ? Did n't she ever say ? ' ` She told me a passel o ' no-sense stuff when he was born . ' Hobden pointed at his son . ` There was always to be one of 'em that could see further into a millstone than most . ' ` Me ! That 's me ! ' said the Bee Boy so suddenly that they all laughed . ` I 've got it now ! ' cried Tom , slapping his knee . ` So long as Whitgift blood lasted , Robin promised there would allers be one o ' her stock that -- that no Trouble ` ud lie on , no Maid ` ud sigh on , no Night could frighten , no Fright could harm , no Harm could make sin , an ' no Woman could make a fool of . ' ` Well , ai n't that just me ? '
said the Bee XXXXX , where he sat in the silver square of the great September moon that was staring into the oast-house door .
Boy Dan Hobden Maid Night Ralph Robin allers ferryin ud