That would be as much as to say you would do the will of God when the devil would let you.

What I mean is, that here am I--your slave, or servant, or soldier, or whatever you may please to call me, ready at your word." "I must not take you from your work, you know, Joseph." "Work's not everything, miss," he answered; "and it's seldom so pressing but that--except I be shoeing a horse--I can leave it when I choose.

Any time you want to go anywhere, don't forget as you've got enemies about, and just send for me.

You won't have long to wait till I come.

But I am main sorry the rascal didn't have something to keep him in mind of his manners." Part of this conversation, and a good deal more, passed on their way to Testbridge, whither, as soon as Joseph seemed all right, Mary, who had forgotten her hunger and faintness, insisted on setting out at once.