A scat of a thing as I can manage with my thumb! Ah, you have made a bad day of it." "But what have you found, Mr.Withypool ?" I asked, for I could not enter into his wrath against the water, wet as he was to the shoulders.

"You have something in your hand.

May I see it, if you please?
And then do please to go home and change your clothes." "A thing I never did in my life, miss, and should be ashamed to begin at this age.

Clothes gets wet, and clothes dries on us, same as un did on the sheep afore us; else they gets stiff and creasy.

What this little thing is ne'er a body may tell, in my line of life--but look'th aristocratic." The "mullock," as he called it, from his hands, and from the bed where it had lain so long, so crusted the little thing which he gave me, that I dipped it again in the swelling stream, and rubbed it with both hands, to make out what it was.