Now here are ten shillings in addition as a small present, as I am a new comer." Bathsheba blushed slightly at the sense of being generous in public, and Henery Fray, who had drawn up towards her chair, lifted his eyebrows and fingers to express amazement on a small scale.
"How much do I owe you--that man in the corner--what's your name ?" continued Bathsheba.
"Matthew Moon, ma'am," said a singular framework of clothes with nothing of any consequence inside them, which advanced with the toes in no definite direction forwards, but turned in or out as they chanced to swing.
"Matthew Mark, did you say ?--speak out--I shall not hurt you," inquired the young farmer, kindly.
"Matthew Moon, mem," said Henery Fray, correctingly, from behind her chair, to which point he had edged himself.
"Matthew Moon," murmured Bathsheba, turning her bright eyes to the book.

"Ten and twopence halfpenny is the sum put down to you, I see ?" "Yes, mis'ess," said Matthew, as the rustle of wind among dead leaves.
"Here it is, and ten shillings.

Now the next--Andrew Randle, you are a new man, I hear.

How come you to leave your last farm ?" "P-p-p-p-p-pl-pl-pl-pl-l-l-l-l-ease, ma'am, p-p-p-p-pl-pl-pl-pl-please, ma'am-please'm-please'm--" "'A's a stammering man, mem," said Henery Fray in an undertone, "and they turned him away because the only time he ever did speak plain he said his soul was his own, and other iniquities, to the squire.
'A can cuss, mem, as well as you or I, but 'a can't speak a common speech to save his life." "Andrew Randle, here's yours--finish thanking me in a day or two.
Temperance Miller--oh, here's another, Soberness--both women I suppose ?" "Yes'm.

Here we be, 'a b'lieve," was echoed in shrill unison.
"What have you been doing ?" "Tending thrashing-machine and wimbling haybonds, and saying 'Hoosh!' to the cocks and hens when they go upon your seeds, and planting Early Flourballs and Thompson's Wonderfuls with a dibble." "Yes--I see.