But the ground is soft to fall upon, after all this rain.

Now come out into the yard, young man, for the sake of your mother's cabbages.

And the mellow straw-bed will be softer for thee, since pride must have its fall.

I am thy mother's cousin, boy, and am going up to house.

Tom Faggus is my name, as everybody knows; and this is my young mare, Winnie.' What a fool I must have been not to know it at once! Tom Faggus, the great highwayman, and his young blood-mare, the strawberry! Already her fame was noised abroad, nearly as much as her master's; and my longing to ride her grew tenfold, but fear came at the back of it.