Not such women as you to pick up every day.

And what a lot of pretty pups!' exclaimed his lordship, starting back, pretending to be struck with the row of staring, black-haired, black-eyed, half-frightened children.

'Now, that's what I call a good entry,' continued his lordship, scrutinizing them attentively, and pointing them out to Jack; 'all dogs--all boys I mean!' added he.
'No, my lord,' replied Mrs.Springwheat, laughing, 'these are girls,' laying her hand on the heads of two of them, who were now full giggle at the idea of being taken for boys.
'Well, they're devilish handsome, anyhow,' replied his lordship, thinking he might as well be done with the inspection.
Springwheat himself now made his appearance, as fine a sample of a man as his wife was of a woman.

His face was flushed with the exertion of pulling on his tight boots, and his lordship felt the creases the hooks had left as he shook him by the hand.
'Well, Springey,' said he, 'I was just asking your wife after the new babby.' 'Oh, thank you, my lord,' replied Springey, with a shake of his curly head; 'thank you, my lord; no new babbies, my lord, with wheat below forty, my lord.' 'Well, but you've got a pair of new boots, at all events,' observed his lordship, eyeing Springwheat's refractory calves bagging over the tops of them.
''Deed have I!' replied Springwheat; 'and a pair of uncommon awkward tight customers they are,' added he, trying to move his feet about in them.
'Ah! you should always have a chap to wear your boots a few times before you put them on yourself,' observed his lordship.

'I never have a pair of tight uns,' added he; 'Jack here always does the needful by mine.' 'That's all very well for lords,' replied Mr.Springwheat; 'but us farmers wear out our boots fast enough ourselves, without anybody to help us.' 'Well, but I s'pose we may as well fall to,' observed his lordship, casting his eye upon the well-garnished table.