That _her_ husband and child should go dressed like common workmen! But there was no help for it, and on the Monday week Taffy went forth to work in moleskin breeches, blue guernsey, and loose white smock.

As for Mr.
Raymond, the only badge of his calling was his round clerical hat; and as all the miners in the neighbourhood wore hats of the same soft felt and only a trifle higher in the crown, this hardly amounted to a distinction.
Humility's eyes were full of tears as she watched them from the door that morning.

But Taffy felt as proud as Punch.

A little before noon he carried out a board that required sawing, and rested it on a flat tombstone where, with his knee upon it, he could get a good purchase.

He was sawing away when he heard a dog barking, and looked up to see Honoria coming along the path with George's terrier frisking at her heels.
She halted outside the lych-gate, and Taffy, vain of his new clothes, drew himself up and nodded.
"Good-morning," said Honoria.