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and purple glory, the pale honeysuckle grew out of reach, peeping high up out of a holly bush, and over all an ash or a sycamore every now and then threw its shadow across the path.

There were acquaintances at other gates who had to move aside and let them pass: at the gate of the Home Close there was half the dairy of cows standing one behind the other, extremely slow to understand that their large bodies might be in the way; at the far gate there was the mare holding her head over the bars, and beside her the liver-coloured foal with its head towards its mother's flank, apparently still much embarrassed by its own straddling existence. The way lay entirely through Mr. Poyser's own fields till they reached the main road leading to the village, and he turned a keen eye on the stock and the crops as they went along, while Mrs. Poyser was ready to supply a running commentary on them all. The woman who manages a dairy has a large share in making the rent, so she may well be allowed to have her opinion on stock and their โ€œkeepโ€โ€”an exercise which strengthens her understanding so much that she finds herself able to give her husband advice on most other subjects.

โ€œThere's that shorthorned Sally,โ€ she said, as they entered the Home Close, and she caught sight of the meek beast that lay chewing the cud and looking at her with a sleepy eye. โ€œI begin to hate the sight o' the cow; and I say now what I said three weeks ago, the sooner we get rid of her the better, for there's that little yallow cow as doesn't give half the milk, and yet I've twice as much butter from her.โ€

โ€œWhy, thee't not like the women in general,โ€ said Mr. Poyser; โ€œthey like the shorthorns, as give such a lot o' milk. There's Chowne's wife wants him to buy no other sort.โ€

โ€œWhat's it sinnify what Chowne's wife likes? A poor soft thing, wi' no more head-piece nor a sparrow. She'd take a big cullender to strain her lard wi', and then wonder as the scratchin's run through. I've seen enough of her to know as I'll niver take a servant from her house againโ€”all hugger-muggerโ€”and you'd niver know, when you went in, whether it was Monday or Friday, the wash draggin' on to th' end o' the week; and as for her cheese, I know well enough it rose like a loaf in a tin last year. And then she talks o' the weather bein' i' fault, as there's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots.โ€

โ€œWell, Chowne's been wanting to buy Sally, so we can get rid of her if thee lik'st,โ€ said Mr. Poyser, secretly proud of his wife's superior power of putting two and two together; indeed, on recent market-days he had more than once boasted of her discernment in this very matter of shorthorns. โ€œAye, them as choose a soft for a wife may's well buy up the shorthorns, for if you get your head stuck in a bog, your legs may's well go after it. Eh! Talk o' legs, there's legs for you,โ€ Mrs. Poyser continued, as Totty, who had been set down now the road was dry, toddled on in front of her father and mother. โ€œThere's shapes! An' she's got such a long foot, she'll be her father's own child.โ€

โ€œAye, she'll be welly such a one as Hetty i' ten years' time, on'y she's got THY coloured eyes. I niver remember a blue eye i' my family; my mother had eyes as black as sloes, just like Hetty's.โ€

โ€œThe child 'ull be none the worse for having summat as isn't like Hetty. An' I'm none for having her so overpretty. Though for the matter o' that, there's people wi' light hair an' blue eyes as pretty as them wi' black. If Dinah had got a bit o' colour in her cheeks, an' didn't stick that Methodist cap on her head, enough to frighten the cows, folks 'ud think her as pretty as Hetty.โ€

โ€œNay, nay,โ€ said Mr. Poyser, with rather a contemptuous emphasis, โ€œthee dostna know the pints of a woman. The men 'ud niver run after Dinah as they would after Hetty.โ€

โ€œWhat care I what the men 'ud run after? It's well seen what choice the most of 'em know how to make, by the poor draggle-tails o' wives you see, like bits o' gauze ribbin, good for nothing when the colour's gone.โ€

โ€œWell, well, thee canstna say but what I knowed how to make a choice when I married thee,โ€ said Mr. Poyser, who usually settled little conjugal disputes by a compliment of this sort; โ€œand thee wast twice as buxom as Dinah ten year ago.โ€

โ€œI niver said as a woman had need to be ugly to make a good missis of a house. There's Chowne's wife ugly enough to turn the milk an' save the rennet, but she'll niver save nothing any other way. But as for Dinah, poor child, she's niver likely to be buxom as long as she'll make her dinner o' cake and water, for the sake o' giving to them as want. She provoked me past bearing sometimes; and, as I told her, she went clean again' the Scriptur', for that says, 'Love your neighbour as yourself'; 'but,' I said, 'if you loved your neighbour no better nor you do yourself, Dinah, it's little enough you'd do for him. You'd be thinking he might do well enough on a half-empty stomach.' Eh, I wonder where she is this blessed Sunday! Sitting by that sick woman, I daresay, as she'd set her heart on going to all of a sudden.โ€

โ€œAh, it was a pity she should take such megrims into her head, when she might ha' stayed wi' us all summer, and eaten twice as much as she wanted, and it 'ud niver ha' been missed. She made no odds in th' house at all, for she sat as still at her sewing as a bird on the nest, and was uncommon nimble at running to fetch anything. If Hetty gets married, theed'st like to ha' Dinah wi' thee constant.โ€

โ€œIt's no use thinking o' that,โ€ said Mrs. Poyser. โ€œYou might as well beckon to the flying swallow as ask Dinah to come an' live here comfortable, like other folks. If anything could turn her, I should ha' turned her, for I've talked to her for a hour on end, and scolded her too; for she's my own sister's child, and it behoves me to do what I can for her. But eh, poor thing, as soon as she'd said us 'good-bye' an' got into the cart, an' looked back at me with her pale face, as is welly like her Aunt Judith come back from heaven, I begun to be frightened to think o' the set-downs I'd given her; for it comes over you sometimes as if she'd a way o' knowing the rights o' things more nor other folks have. But I'll niver give in as that's 'cause she's a Methodist, no more nor a white calf's white 'cause it eats out o' the same bucket wi' a black un.โ€

โ€œNay,โ€ said Mr. Poyser, with as near an approach to a snarl as his good-nature would allow; โ€œI'm no opinion o' the Methodists. It's on'y tradesfolks as turn Methodists; you nuver knew a farmer bitten wi' them maggots. There's maybe a workman now an' then, as isn't overclever at's work, takes to preachin' an' that, like Seth Bede. But you see Adam, as has got one o' the best head-pieces hereabout, knows better; he's a good Churchman, else I'd never encourage him for a sweetheart for Hetty.โ€

โ€œWhy, goodness me,โ€ said Mrs. Poyser, who had looked back while her husband was speaking, โ€œlook where Molly is with them lads! They're the field's length behind us. How COULD you let 'em do so, Hetty? Anybody might as well set a pictur' to watch the children as you. Run back and tell 'em to come on.โ€

Mr. and Mrs. Poyser were now at the end of the second field, so they set Totty on the top of one of the large stones forming the true Loamshire stile, and awaited the loiterers Totty observing with complacency, โ€œDey naughty, naughty boysโ€”me dood.โ€

The fact was that this Sunday walk through the fields was fraught with great excitement to Marty and Tommy, who saw a perpetual drama going on in the hedgerows, and could no more refrain from stopping and peeping than if they had been a couple of spaniels or terriers. Marty was quite sure he saw a yellow-hammer on the boughs of the great ash, and while he was peeping, he missed the sight of a white-throated stoat, which had run across the path and was described with much fervour by the junior Tommy. Then there was a little greenfinch, just fledged, fluttering along the ground, and it seemed quite possible to catch it, till it managed to flutter under the blackberry bush. Hetty could not be got to give any heed to these things, so Molly was called on for her ready sympathy, and peeped with open mouth wherever she was told, and said โ€œLawks!โ€ whenever she was expected to wonder.

Molly hastened on with some alarm when Hetty had come back and called to them that her aunt was angry; but Marty ran on first, shouting, โ€œWe've found the speckled turkey's nest, Mother!โ€ with the instinctive confidence that people who bring good news are never in fault.

โ€œAh,โ€ said Mrs. Poyser, really forgetting all discipline in this pleasant surprise, โ€œthat's a good lad; why, where is it?โ€

โ€œDown in ever such a hole, under the hedge. I saw it first, looking after the greenfinch, and she sat on th' nest.โ€

โ€œYou didn't frighten her, I hope,โ€ said the mother, โ€œelse she'll forsake it.โ€

โ€œNo, I went away as still as still, and whispered to Mollyโ€”didn't I, Molly?โ€

โ€œWell, well, now come on,โ€ said Mrs. Poyser, โ€œand walk before Father and Mother, and take your little sister by the hand. We must go straight on now. Good boys don't look after the birds of a Sunday.โ€

โ€œBut, Mother,โ€ said Marty, โ€œyou said you'd give half-a-crown to find the speckled turkey's nest. Mayn't I have the half-crown put into my money-box?โ€

โ€œWe'll see about that, my lad, if you walk along now, like a good boy.โ€

The father and mother exchanged a significant glance of amusement at their eldest-born's acuteness; but on Tommy's round face there was a cloud.

โ€œMother,โ€ he said, half-crying, โ€œMarty's got ever so much more money in his box nor I've got in mine.โ€

โ€œMunny, me want half-a-toun in my bots,โ€ said Totty.

โ€œHush, hush, hush,โ€ said Mrs. Poyser, โ€œdid ever anybody hear such naughty children? Nobody shall ever see their money-boxes any more, if they don't make haste and go on to church.โ€

This dreadful threat had the desired effect, and through the two remaining fields the three pair of small legs trotted on without any serious interruption, notwithstanding a small pond full of tadpoles, alias โ€œbullheads,โ€ which the lads looked at wistfully.

The damp hay that must be scattered and turned afresh to-morrow was not a cheering sight to Mr. Poyser, who during hay and corn harvest had often some mental struggles as to the benefits of a day of rest; but no temptation would have induced him to carry on any field-work, however early in the morning, on a Sunday; for had not Michael Holdsworth had a pair of oxen โ€œswelteredโ€ while he was ploughing on Good Friday? That was a demonstration that work on sacred days was a wicked thing; and with wickedness of any sort Martin Poyser was quite clear that he would have nothing to do, since money got by such means would never prosper.

โ€œIt a'most makes your fingers itch to be at the hay now the sun shines so,โ€ he observed, as they passed through the

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