And I don't care who the man is, I says that a stick of celery that isn't scrubbed with the scrubbing-brush is not clean." "Very well, very well! I'll attend to it.

You go and get 'em comfortable in-doors." He hastened to the garden, and soon returned, tossing the stalks to Creedle, who was still in a tragic mood.

"If ye'd ha' married, d'ye see, maister," he said, "this caddle couldn't have happened to us." Everything being at last under way, the oven set, and all done that could insure the supper turning up ready at some time or other, Giles and his friends entered the parlor, where the Melburys again dropped into position as guests, though the room was not nearly so warm and cheerful as the blazing bakehouse.

Others now arrived, among them Farmer Bawtree and the hollow-turner, and tea went off very well.
Grace's disposition to make the best of everything, and to wink at deficiencies in Winterborne's menage, was so uniform and persistent that he suspected her of seeing even more deficiencies than he was aware of.

That suppressed sympathy which had showed in her face ever since her arrival told him as much too plainly.
"This muddling style of house-keeping is what you've not lately been used to, I suppose ?" he said, when they were a little apart.
"No; but I like it; it reminds me so pleasantly that everything here in dear old Hintock is just as it used to be.