“I’ve a good mind not to let you. I wouldn’t if I was fit to walk five miles.”
“But I’ll roon ‘em, sir! I will that! I’ll go as fast as iver I can!”
“And have a conveyance at the road-end of the lane as near an hour hence as you possibly can?”
“Why, there, sir!” he cried, crassly inspired; “I could drive you in our own trap in half the time.”
“Oh, no, you couldn’t! I - I’m not fit to be out at all; it must be a closed conveyance; but I’ll come to the end of the lane to save time, so let him
so good their quality. Mrs. Braithwaite watched me from the door.
“I doubt you’ll be thinking them’s our own,” said she. “I wish they were; t’squire sent ‘em in this afternoon.”
“For my use?”
“Ay; I doubt he thought what we had ourselves wasn’t good enough. An’ it’s him ‘at sent t’ armchair, t’bed-linen,