Part 39 (2/2)

”No,” said Toet any cabs here”

Sa the while about their adventure, and of what a terrible fire thereto do with that wire?”

”Show it to uncle,” said Tom quietly, ”and then burn it”

”Bah! brass on't burn”

”Oh yes, it will,” said Tom confidently ”Burn all away”

”How do you know?”

”Chemistry,” said Tom ”I've read so You can burn iron and steel all away”

”No wonder you couldn't get on with the law,” said Sam, with a sneer

”Here, co's he going to stop, Master To about breakfast-ti to custo else on account of the co about the grounds, waiting for his cousin to co by the

”He's going back to-ood job too, sir, I says,” cried David, ”whether you like it or whether you don't”

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”Yes, sir, you may stare, but I speaks out I like you, Master Toent as had a respect for our fruit Of course I grows it for you to heat, but it ain't Christian-like for people to co and spoiling what ain't ripe I know, and your uncle knohen things ought to be eaten, and then it's a pleasure to see an apricot picked gentle like, so as it falls in your hand ready to be laid in a basket o' leaves proper to go into the house You can take 'em then; it makes you smile and feel a kind o' pleasure in 'erow none than see 'eo, Master Tom, but four o' my chyce Maria Louisas has been picked, and I wouldn't insult you, sir, by even thinking it was you It wasn't Pete Warboys, because he ain't left his trail Who was it, then, if it wasn't your fine noo cousin?”

Toreen pears Sam had thrown at Pete Warboys

”Just you look here, Master To the way to the wall ”There's where one was tore off, and a big bit o'

shoot as took two year to grow, fine fruit-bearing wood, but he off with it Yes, there it is,” he cried, pouncing upon a newly-broken-off twig, ”just as I expected There's where the pear was broke off arterward, leaving all the stalk on Why, when that pear had been fit to pick, sir, it would have come off at that little jynt as soon as you put your hand under it and lifted it up Why, I've know'd theood as say thankye as soon as they felt your hand under 'eer Dear, dear, dear, who'd be a gardener?”

”You would, David,” said Toht to have known better, if it was ht a fine chap like he, dressed up to the nines with his shi+ny boots and hat, and s his 'bacco wrapped up in paper, instead of a dirty pipe, would ha' been eddicated up to everything There, sir, it's Sunday oin' to church by-and-by, so I won't lethere arden, for I sha'n't take no pride in it no ht To hi him to come”

That day passed in a wearisoered in, and took his place after a haughty glance round, as if he were favouring the congregation by his condescension in co, when Mr Maxted bustled up to ask after Uncle Richard, fearing that he was absent from illness, till he heard that it was on account of his invalid brother, Saan to show plenty of assumption and contempt for the little rustic church

”Why don't you have an organ?” he said

”For two reasons,friend,” said Mr Maxted ”One is that we could not afford to buy one; the other that we have no one here who could play it if we had We get on very ithout”

”But it sounds so co, and then for people with such bad voices to do the singing, instead of a regular choir, the same as we have in town”