He thinks hissen the Grand Turk, he do, since they gi'en him his uniform, and made him full keeper.

A nassty, domineerin' sort, I calls him.

He's allus makin' bad blood wi' the yoong fellers when he don't need.

It's the way he's got wi' 'im.

But _I_ don't make no account of 'im, an' I let 'im see 't." All the tea-party grinned except Mrs.Hurd.The village was well acquainted with the feud between Mrs.Jellison and her son-in-law, George Westall, who had persuaded Isabella Jellison at the mature age of thirty-five to leave her mother and marry him, and was now one of Lord Maxwell's keepers, with good pay, and an excellent cottage some little way out of the village.