'As for that, neither you nor I can tell, Master Dixon.

You're not the first chap as I've had down on his knees afore me, axing me to marry him (you see I were thinking of John Rawson, only I thought there were no need to say he were on all fours--it were truth he were on his knees, you know), and maybe you'll not be the last.

Anyhow, I've no wish to change my condition just now.' 'I'll wait till Christmas,' says he.

'I've a pig as will be ready for killing then, so I must get married before that.' Well now! would you believe it?
the pig were a temptation.

I'd a receipt for curing hams, as Miss Faith would never let me try, saying the old way were good enough.