"Thee'rt a fool, and the lad's another.

He may go about his business for me." "But, father, isn't there anything else ?" "I have nothing else, or if I had I wouldn't give it.

He that will not work neither shall he eat." "I will work," said John, sturdily--he had listened, scarcely comprehending, to my father and me.

"I don't care what it is, if only it's honest work." Abel Fletcher was mollified.

He turned his back on me--but that I little minded--and addressed himself solely to John Halifax.
"Canst thee drive ?" "That I can!" and his eyes brightened with boyish delight.
"Tut! it's only a cart--the cart with the skins.