Jump up in the pony-trap--we will make room.' 'To-day!' in hopeless bewilderment, his breath quite taken away at the idea of such sudden action.

'Couldn't do't--couldn't do't.

Got to go down to Thirty Acre Corner: got to get out the reaping machine--a' wants oiling, a' reckon; got some new hurdles coming; 'spects a chap to call about them lambs;' a farmer can always find a score of reasons for doing nothing.
'All rubbish!' cried Cicely, smiling.
'Nieces be main peart now-a-days,' said he, shutting one eye and keeping it closed, as much as to say--I won't be driven.

Then to me, 'There won't be many at market to-day.' 'I am hungry,' said Cicely softly; 'I should like some bread and honey.' 'Aw; should 'ee ?' in gentler tones; 'I'll get 'ee some: will'ee have it in th' comb?
I got a bit left.' She knew his pride in his bees and his honey; hill farmers still keep large stocks.

He brought her a slice of home-baked bread and a piece of comb.