40/42 "What is it, John ?" "My uncle wants you to come to Westways to-morrow and doctor old Josiah's rheumatism." "I'll come." "He wants you to look after Peter Lamb. He's been drinking again." "What! that whisky-rotted scamp. How the same milk came to feed the Squire and that beast the Lord knows. He has no more morals than a tom-cat. |