"Got a pianner?"
"Ay. Seems her old uncle's things were not good enough for her. She've bought all but everything new.
There's heavy chairs for the stout, weak and wiry ones for the slender; great watches, getting on to the size of clocks, to stand upon the chimbley-piece."
Pictures, for the most part wonderful frames."
"And long horse-hair settles for the drunk, with horsehair pillows at each end." said Mr. Clark. "Likewise looking-glasses for the pretty, and lying books for the wicked."
firm loud tread was now heard stamping outside; the door was opened about six inches, and somebody on the other side exclaimed -"Neighbours, have ye got room for a few new-born lambs?"Ay, sure, shepherd." said the conclave.
The door was flung back till it kicked the wall and trembled from top to bottom with the blow. Mr.
Oak appeared in the entry with a steaming face, haybands wound about his ankles to keep out the snow, a leather strap round his waist outside the smock-frock, and looking altogether an epitome of the world's health and vigour. Four lambs hung in various embarrassing attitudes over his shoulders, and the dog George, whom Gabriel had contrived to fetch from Norcombe, stalked solemnly behind.
"Well, Shepherd Oak, and how's lambing this year, if I mid say it?" inquired Joseph Poorgrass.
"Terrible trying," said Oak. "I've been wet through twice a-day, either in snow or rain, this last fortnight.
Cainy and I haven't tined our eyes to-night."
"A good few twins, too, I hear?"
"Too many by half. Yes; 'tis a very queer lambing this year. We shan't have done by Lady Day."
"And last year 'twer all over by Sexajessamine Sunday." Joseph remarked.
"Bring on the rest Cain." said Gabriel, " and then run back to the ewes. I'll follow you soon."
Cainy Ball -- a cheery-faced young lad, with a small circular orifice by way of mouth, advanced and deposited two others, and retired as he was bidden. Oak lowered the lambs from their unnatural elevation, wrapped them in hay, and placed them round the fire.
"We've no lambing-hut here, as I used to have at Norcombe." said Gabriel, " and 'tis such a plague to bring the weakly ones to a house. If 'twasn't for your place here, malter, I don't know what I should do! this keen weather. And how is it with you to-day, malter?"
"Oh, neither sick nor sorry, shepherd, but no younger."