I will not hear another word." The farmer snatched up his hat, and made off with a haste unusual for him, while his wife sat down, and crossed her arms, and began to think rather bitterly.

For, without any dream of such a possibility, she was jealous sometimes of her own child.

Presently the farmer rushed back again, triumphant with a new idea.

His eyes were sparkling, and his step full of spring, and a brisk smile shone upon his strong and ruddy face.
"What a pair of stupes we must be to go on so!" he cried, with a couple of bright guineas in his hand.

"Mary hath not had a new frock even, going on now for a year and a half.