a snarl, and after ruminating for some time, he brought out--as if it were an answer to a question about the team of horses--
"We'll have to take on another boy, let be a man, if things is to be a that 'en a."
"Let us, then," said the captain, and joined his ladies, with the old man depressed and grumbling inwardly.
There was an orchard preparing to be beautiful with blossom, and a considerable kitchen garden at the back and on the other side of the house, bounded by an exceedingly dirty and be-rutted farm road, over which the carriage had jolted the evening before. The extensive home-field in front was shut off from the approach by a belt of evergreens, and sloped slightly upwards towards the hill which gave the parish its name.
"We will cut off a nice carriage road," said Mary, as she looked at it.
"All in good time," replied her husband, not wishing further to shock poor Master Pucklechurch, who had to conduct the party to the