"Ay, sir," said Luke, "you'd be a deal better here nor in some new place. I can't abide new places mysen: things is allays awk'ard,–narrow-wheeled waggins, belike, and the stiles all another sort, an' oat-cake i' some places, tow'rt th' head o' the Floss, there. It's poor work, changing your country-side."
"But I doubt, Luke, they'll be for getting rid o' Ben,and making you do with a lad; and I must help a bit wi' the mill. You'll have a worse place."