[An elderly, prophetic washerwoman, who knows more than she lets on.]

Don't go near that old oak, miss. Her roots are bad... as is the dirt she writhes in.

[A panicked young milkmaid, residing on Grundy's farm.]

Mr Grundy! Oh Lord, It's one of the heifers, she's... she's given birth to -- to something! It's not... it's not normal, sir, it's..."

[A young girl, addressing an elder.]

Okay, I won't go near it again! Please don't tell my father.