Joe had had his porridge, but he said he didn't mind; so he told them to bring in some more coffee and eggs, and ham and toasted bread; and Joe got such a breakfast as isn't common with him, while the old gentleman was getting himself ready to go off in a carriage that was waiting at the door for him.

When he came down-stairs he gave Joe another five shillings, and paid for Joe's breakfast, and for what he had eaten himself.

Then he told him to put the leather bags beside the driver's feet, and into the carriage he got, and laughed, and nodded, and away he went; and then Joe heard them say he was Professor Sedgwick, a great jolly-jist.

And Joe thinks it would be a famous job if father could sell all of the stones on our fell at five shillings a bagful, and a breakfast at odd times.

And would it not be so, Miss Sandal?
But I'm not easy in my mind about Joe changing the stones; though, as Joe says, one make of stone is about the same as another.
"Sophia, you are sleepy now." "Yes, a little.