"I shall make a note of that, and examine it to-morrow .-- N.B.

Waste land--sheepfold-- rivulet called Moss Brook, flowing on the left." "On the right," cried Mistress Nutter.
"That remains to be seen," rejoined Potts, "I have made the entry as on the left." "Go on, Master Nicholas," said Nowell, "I should like to see how many other errors that plan contains." "Passing the rivulet," pursued the squire, "we come to a footpath leading to the limestone quarry, about which there can be no mistake.
Then by Cat Gallows Wood and Swallow Hole; and then by another path to Worston Moor, skirting a hut in the occupation of James Device--ha! ha! Master Jem, are you here?
I thought you dwelt with your grandmother at Malkin Tower--excuse me, Master Nowell, but one must relieve the dulness of this plan by an exclamation or so--and here being waste land again, the landmarks are certain stones set at intervals towards Hook Cliff, and giving Mistress Nutter two-thirds of the whole moor, and Master Roger Nowell one-third." "False again," cried Nowell, furiously.

"The two-thirds are mine, the one-third Mistress Nutter's." "Somebody must be very wrong," cried Nicholas.
"Very wrong indeed," added Potts; "and I suspect that that somebody is--" "Master Nowell," said Mistress Nutter.
"Mistress Nutter," cried Master Nowell.
"Both are wrong and both right, according to your own showing," said Nicholas, laughing.
"To-morrow will decide the question," said Potts.
"Better wait till then," interposed Sir Ralph.

"Take both plans with you, and you will then ascertain which is correct." "Agreed," cried Nowell.

"Here is mine." "And here is mine," said Mistress Nutter.