I'd got money enough, wi' only one daughter to leave it to, an' I says to myself, says I, it's time to leave off moitherin' myself wi' this world so much, an' give more time to thinkin' of another.

But there's a many hours atween getting up an' lyin' down, an' thoughts are no cumber; you can move about wi' a good many on 'em in your head.

See, here's the pastur.' A very pretty pasture it was, where the large-spotted short-horned cow quietly chewed the cud as she lay and looked sleepily at her admirers--a daintily-trimmed hedge all round, dotted here and there with a mountain-ash or a cherry-tree.
'I've a good bit more land besides this, worth your while to look at, but mayhap it's further nor you'd like to walk now.

Bless you! I've welly an' acre o' potato-ground yonders; I've a good big family to supply, you know.' (Here Mr.Jerome winked and smiled significantly.) 'An' that puts me i' mind, Mr.Tryan, o' summat I wanted to say to you.

Clergymen like you, I know, see a deal more poverty an' that, than other folks, an' hev a many claims on 'em more nor they can well meet; an' if you'll mek use o' my purse any time, or let me know where I can be o' any help, I'll tek it very kind on you.' 'Thank you, Mr.Jerome, I will do so, I promise you.