"I don't like that strange chap," he announced, irrelevantly.
"Nor I nuther," agreed Elias Sweetland, "tho' to be sure, I've a-kept my eye 'pon en, an' the wonders he accomplishes in an old pair o' Tresidder's high-lows must be seen to be believed.

But that's no call for Ruby's dancin' wi' he a'most so much as wi' her proper man." "The gel's takin' her fling afore wedlock.

I heard Sarah Ann Nanjulian, just now, sayin' she ought to be clawed." "A jealous woman is a scourge shaken to an' fro," said Old Zeb; "but I've a mind, friends, to strike up 'Randy my dandy,' for that son o' mine is lookin' blacker than the horned man, an' may be 'twill comfort 'en to dance afore the public eye; for there's none can take his wind in a hornpipe." In fact, it was high time that somebody comforted Young Zeb, for his heart was hot.

He had brought home the chest of drawers in his cart, and spent an hour fixing on the best position for it in the bedroom, before dressing for the dance.

Also he had purchased, in Mr.Pennyway's shop, an armchair, in the worst taste, to be a pleasant surprise for Ruby when the happy day came for installing her.