"Well, put 'em down, miss.

I dare say he'll eat 'em.

He eats most things, and don't want no doctor's stuff nayther, though his mother do keep on at me for spoilin' his stummuck." "You are just fond of that boy, aren't you, Mrs.Jellison ?" said Marcella, taking a wooden stool, the only piece of furniture left in the tiny cottage on which it was possible to sit, and squeezing herself into a corner by the fire, whence she commanded the whole group.

"No! don't you turn Mr.Patton out of that chair, Mrs.Hurd, or I shall have to go away." For Mrs.Hurd, in her anxiety, was whispering in old Patton's ear that it might be well for him to give up her one wooden arm-chair, in which he was established, to Miss Boyce.

But he, being old, deaf, and rheumatic, was slow to move, and Marcella's peremptory gesture bade her leave him in peace.
"Well, it's you that's the young 'un, ain't it, miss ?" said Mrs.
Jellison, cheerfully.