Shouldn't you like to know about them, Luke ?" "Nay, Miss, I'n got to keep count o' the flour an' corn; I can't do wi' knowin' so many things besides my work.

That's what brings folks to the gallows,--knowin' everything but what they'n got to get their bread by.

An' they're mostly lies, I think, what's printed i' the books: them printed sheets are, anyhow, as the men cry i' the streets." "Why, you're like my brother Tom, Luke," said Maggie, wishing to turn the conversation agreeably; "Tom's not fond of reading.

I love Tom so dearly, Luke,--better than anybody else in the world.

When he grows up I shall keep his house, and we shall always live together.