On Saturday the Squire asked John to ride with him.

As they mounted, Billy came with the mail.

Penhallow glanced at the letters and put them in his pocket.
As the horses walked away, John said, "I was in Westways yesterday, uncle, to get my hair cut.

I heard that Pole has had chicken-pox, uncle." "Funny that, for a butcher!" said the Squire.

They chatted of the small village news.