"Might manage that, now.

But, Lord bless 'ee! thee'll never make no hand of it." He chose out saw, hammer, plane and auger, and packed them up in a carpenter's frail, with a few other tools.

"Don't 'ee talk about payment, now; naybors must be nayborly.

Only, you see, a man must look after his own." Mr.Raymond climbed the hill toward the towans with the carpenter's frail slung over his shoulder.

As luck would have it, near the top he met Squire Moyle descending on horseback.