And what I say, I'll stick to; but I'll quarrel wi' no man." "No," said the farrier, with bitter sarcasm, looking at the company generally; "and p'rhaps you aren't pig-headed; and p'rhaps you didn't say the cow was a red Durham; and p'rhaps you didn't say she'd got a star on her brow--stick to that, now you're at it." "Come, come," said the landlord; "let the cow alone.

The truth lies atween you: you're both right and both wrong, as I allays say.

And as for the cow's being Mr.Lammeter's, I say nothing to that; but this I say, as the Rainbow's the Rainbow.

And for the matter o' that, if the talk is to be o' the Lammeters, _you_ know the most upo' that head, eh, Mr.Macey?
You remember when first Mr.Lammeter's father come into these parts, and took the Warrens ?" Mr.Macey, tailor and parish-clerk, the latter of which functions rheumatism had of late obliged him to share with a small-featured young man who sat opposite him, held his white head on one side, and twirled his thumbs with an air of complacency, slightly seasoned with criticism.

He smiled pityingly, in answer to the landlord's appeal, and said-- "Aye, aye; I know, I know; but I let other folks talk.