"Good works good pay, so to speak it," attested Joseph Poorgrass.
A short pause ensued, and as a sort of entr'acte Henery turned and blew out the lanterns, which the increase of daylight rendered no longer necessary even in the malthouse, with its one pane of glass.
"I wonder what a farmer-woman can want with a harpsichord, dulcimer, pianner, or whatever 'tis they d'call it," said the maltster. "Liddy saith she've a new one."
"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."
"Long horse-hair settles for the drunk, with horse-hair pillows at each end."
"Looking-glasses for the pretty."
"Lying books for the wicked."
A 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 newborn lambs?"
