"What's it there for if it's not to be got out?"

"You mark me, Tom Hamon, no good will come of all this upsetting and
digging out the insides of the Island--nenni-gia!"

"Pergui, mother, where do you think all the silver and gold in the world
came from?"

"It didn't come out of our Sark rocks any way, mon gars."

"Good thing for us if it had, ma fé! But, see you here, mother, if I
sell the farm it's not you and Nance that need trouble. If I pay out
your dowers in hard cash you're both of you better off than you are now,
and I'm better off too. It's only Tom could complain, and--"

"It's hard on the lad."

"Bidemme, it's no more than he deserves for his goings-on! Maybe it'll
do him good to have to work for his living."

"And you would do that to get your bit more money to throw into those
big holes?"

"Never you mind me. I'll take care of myself, and we'll see who's wisest
in the end. Now, will you agree to it?"

"I'll talk it over with Nancy again," and the big black sun-bonnet
nodded with sapient significance. "Send her to me."