"Tendin' th' gates an' th' loike. Aye sir. Th' little lass towd me aw about it. Hoo is na one as misses owt."
"So I see," smiling again. "And you think you can perform them?"
"I wur thinkin' so. It did na stroike me as a mon need to be particular muskylar to do th' reet thing by 'em. I think I could tackle 'em wi'out breakin' down."
After a brief discussion of the subject, it was agreed that Mr. Craddock should be installed as keeper of the lodge the week following.
"As to politics," said Mr. Haviland, when his visitor rose to depart, "I hear you are something of a politician, Craddock."
"Summat o' one, sir," answered Sammy, his evident satisfaction touched with a doubtful gravity. "Summat o' one. I ha' my opinions o' things i' gineral."
"So I have been told; and they have made you rather unpopular among our county people, perhaps?"
"I am na mich o' a favorite," with satisfaction.
No, the fact is that until Miss Barholm came to me I had rather a bad idea of you, Craddock."
This looked somewhat serious, Craddock regarding it rather in the light of a challenge.
"I'd loike well enow to ha' yo' change it," he said, "but my coat is na o' th' turnin' web. I mun ha' my say about things—gentry or no gentry." And his wrinkled old visage expressed so crabbed a determination that Mr. Haviland laughed outright.
"Oh! don't misunderstand me," he said, "stick to your party, Craddock. We will try to agree, for Miss Barholm's sake. I will leave you to your opinion, and you will leave me to mine—even a Member of Parliament has a right to
