Go on." After a while he began looking hard at all the stones and crags he came to; and then he took to breaking lumps off them with a queer little hammer he had with him, and stuffing the bits into the bags that Joe was carrying.

He fairly capped Joe then.

He couldn't tell what to make of such a customer.

At last Joe asked him why ever he came so far up the fell for little bits of stone, when he might get so many down in the dales?
He laughed, and went on knapping away with his little hammer, and said he was a jolly-jist.
"Geologist she means, Charlotte." "Of course; but Agnes spells it 'jolly-jist.'" "Agnes ought to know better.

She waited table frequently, and must have heard the word pronounced.