"Fall to thy business, and leave mocking thy betters." Hugh Ferryman grumblingly undid his boat, and shoved it a little forth into the deep water.

Then Dick led in the horse, and Matcham followed.
"Ye be mortal small made, master," said Hugh, with a wide grin; "something o' the wrong model, belike.

Nay, Master Shelton, I am for you," he added, getting to his oars.

"A cat may look at a king.

I did but take a shot of the eye at Master Matcham." "Sirrah, no more words," said Dick.