"Hold thy bellering, and let me speak, that's got no time to lose.

How much will ye allow her, old lad ?" "Six shillings a week, Ned." "And what is to come of young 'un ?" "We'll apprentice him." "To my trade ?" "You know better than that, Ned.

You are a freeman; but he won't be a freeman's son by our law, thou knowst.

But there's plenty of outside trades in Hillsbro'.

We'll bind him to one of those, and keep an eye on him, for thy sake." "Well, I must take what I can get." "And little enough too," said Eliza Watney.