"I'm right sorry I can't take ye any further.

But down 'ere's a farm where I put up for the afternoon an' 'elps 'em through with their butter-makin', for there's a lot o' skeery gals in the fam'ly as thinks more o' doin' their 'air than churnin', an' doin' the 'air don't bring no money in, though mebbe it might catch a 'usband as wasn't worth 'avin'.

An' Jim gets his food 'ere too.

Howsomever, I'm real put about that I can't drive ye a bit towards Cleeve Abbey, for that's rare an' fine at this time o' year,--but mebbe ye're wantin' to push on quickly ?" "Yes, I must push on," rejoined Helmsley, as he got out of the cart; then, standing in the road, he raised his cap to her.

"And I'm very grateful to you for helping me along so far, at the hottest time of the day too.