Now, you know," said he, suddenly, "that's only a joke, so you mustn't take it to heart." "All right," said I; "I don't." Yet I did feel somewhat uneasy at his words, after all.
We crossed the causeway this time, and did not turn back to the house, but went along a path beside a field of wheat now almost ready to blossom.

I said: "We do not dine in the house or garden, then ?--as indeed I did not expect to do.

Where do we meet, then?
For I can see that the houses are mostly very small." "Yes," said Dick, "you are right, they are small in this country-side: there are so many good old houses left, that people dwell a good deal in such small detached houses.

As to our dinner, we are going to have our feast in the church.

I wish, for your sake, it were as big and handsome as that of the old Roman town to the west, or the forest town to the north; {3} but, however, it will hold us all; and though it is a little thing, it is beautiful in its way." This was somewhat new to me, this dinner in a church, and I thought of the church-ales of the Middle Ages; but I said nothing, and presently we came out into the road which ran through the village.