"Ees, ees we'd surely stay by her; but 'tis no fitting place here for a young lady; why, there's no company--no coming and going; and the coaches as used to come to the old Squires's; and the quality; and they fare to have clean forgotten our young lady, dang 'em!  And Squire's great house turned into an inn!  You think o' that!  If so be as you goo into Hun'ston, you'll see the name o' it, The Royal Oak, and a great oak tree drawed for a sign over the front door.  How's that for impudence!"