"Servant, miss.

What can I do for you?
Foot-path is t'other side of that there hedge." "Yes, but I left the foot-path on purpose.

I came to have a talk with you, if you will allow me." "Sartain! sartain," the miller replied, lifting a broad floury hat and showing a large gray head.

"Will you come into house, miss, or into gearden ?" I chose the garden, and he led the way, and set me down upon an old oak bench, where the tinkle of the water through the flood-gates could be heard.
"So you be come to paint the mill at last," he said.

"Many a time I've looked out for you.