"Well, gentlemen," he began briskly, "then all we've got to do, is to——"
"Beg pardon, your worship," put in Master Robinet, the tanner, who had been sitting with a petrified, Bill-the-Lizard sort of expression during the speechifying: "but are we to understand as how this here young lady is going to be the public executioner of this here town?"
"Really, neighbour Robinet," said the Mayor, somewhat pettishly, "you've got ears like the rest of us, I suppose; and you know the contents of the deed; and you've had my assurance that it's—er—quite in order; and as it's getting towards lunch-time—"
"But it's unheard of," protested honest Robinet. "There hasn't ever been no such thing—leastways not as I've heard tell."
"Well, well, well," said the Mayor,
