Dost thee know anything of tanning ?" "No, but I can learn." "Hey, not so fast! still, better be fast than slow.

In the meantime, thee can drive the cart." "Thank you, sir--Abel Fletcher, I mean--I'll do it well.

That is, as well as I can." "And mind! no stopping on the road.

No drinking, to find the king's cursed shilling at the bottom of the glass, like poor Bill, for thy mother to come crying and pestering.

Thee hasn't got one, eh?
So much the better, all women are born fools, especially mothers." "Sir!" The lad's face was all crimson and quivering; his voice choked; it was with difficulty he smothered down a burst of tears.