You'll do no good with it this year." Mr.Moss, who, when he married Miss Tulliver, had been regarded as the buck of Basset, now wore a beard nearly a week old, and had the depressed, unexpectant air of a machine-horse.

He answered in a patient-grumbling tone, "Why, poor farmers like me must do as they can; they must leave it to them as have got money to play with, to put half as much into the ground as they mean to get out of it." "I don't know who should have money to play with, if it isn't them as can borrow money without paying interest," said Mr.Tulliver, who wished to get into a slight quarrel; it was the most natural and easy introduction to calling in money.
"I know I'm behind with the interest," said Mr.Moss, "but I was so unlucky wi' the wool last year; and what with the Missis being laid up so, things have gone awk'arder nor usual." "Ay," snarled Mr.Tulliver, "there's folks as things 'ull allays go awk'ard with; empty sacks 'ull never stand upright." "Well, I don't know what fault you've got to find wi' me, Mr.
Tulliver," said Mr.Moss, deprecatingly; "I know there isn't a day-laborer works harder." "What's the use o' that," said Mr.Tulliver, sharply, "when a man marries, and's got no capital to work his farm but his wife's bit o' fortin?
I was against it from the first; but you'd neither of you listen to me.

And I can't lie out o' my money any longer, for I've got to pay five hundred o' Mrs.Glegg's, and there'll be Tom an expense to me.

I should find myself short, even saying I'd got back all as is my own.

You must look about and see how you can pay me the three hundred pound." "Well, if that's what you mean," said Mr.Moss, looking blankly before him, "we'd better be sold up, and ha' done with it; I must part wi' every head o' stock I've got, to pay you and the landlord too." Poor relations are undeniably irritating,--their existence is so entirely uncalled for on our part, and they are almost always very faulty people.