What brings you to old Madge ?" "The stranger is recovered, and--" "Ay, I warrant me, I have cured worse than he.

He must have a spoonful of broth,--I have not forgot it.

You see I wanted no dinner myself--what is dinner to old folks!--so I e'en put it all in the pot for him.

The broth will be brave and strong." "My poor Madge, God requite you for what you suffer for us! But he has asked"-- here was another sigh, and a downcast look that did not dare to face the consternation of Madge, as she repeated, with a half-smile--"he has asked--for meat, and a stoup of wine, Madge!" "Eh, sirs! And where is he to get them?
Not that it will be bad for the lad, either.

Wine! There's Master Sancroft of the Oak will not trust us a penny, the seely hilding, and--" "Oh, Madge, I forgot!--we can still sell the gittern for something.