He had often been thankful to an old woman for saying 'God bless you'; to a little child for smiling at him; to a dog for submitting to be patted by him.
Tea being over by this time, Mr.Tryan proposed a walk in the garden as a means of dissipating all recollection of the recent conjugal dissidence Little Lizzie's appeal, 'Me go, gandpa!' could not be rejected, so she was duly bonneted and pinafored, and then they turned out into the evening sunshine.

Not Mrs.Jerome, however; she had a deeply-meditated plan of retiring _ad interim_ to the kitchen and washing up the best teathings, as a mode of getting forward with the sadly-retarded business of the day.
'This way, Mr.Tryan, this way,' said the old gentleman; 'I must take you to my pastur fust, an' show you our cow--the best milker i' the county.
An' see here at these backbuildins, how convenent the dairy is; I planned it ivery bit myself.

An' here I've got my little carpenter's shop an' my blacksmith's shop; I do no end o' jobs here myself.

I niver could bear to be idle, Mr.Tryan; I must al'ys be at somethin' or other.

It was time for me to lay by business an mek room for younger folks.