Epilogue
Well, now, an’ how was that fer a wild tale? Ye wouldn’t think so much could happen in a place like Tilby, but every word is true—that I swear.
Matters quietened a great deal afterwards, an’ a good thing too. The fine people o’ Tilby are much like the rest o’ their kind: they like their peace an’ quiet. An’ who can blame them? I like a little quiet meself.
Miss Sophy left Tilby, as you might ha’ guessed. Took herself an’ Mary an’ Thundigle off t’ Grenlowe. Oh, they are fine an’ thrivin’ an’ happy indeed—thanks fer askin’! Ye may be able to find them there, if ye would like to visit: just ask fer Silverling—thas the name o’ Miss Sophy’s shop.
Tilby got theirselves a new parson. His name is Mr. Reed, an’ I can’t say as I’ve taken to him all that much. Oh, he’s popular in these p
