Else how ever did that marble angel over poor Lady Jane's grave come down with such a smash ?" Godfrey glanced at him, but Tom remained imperturbable and went on: "They du say it wor a wunnerful smash, what broke off both the wings and nearly flattered out some as stood by.

Rum thing, Master Godfrey, that the lightning should have picked out the grave of so good a lady to hit; ondiscriminating thing, lightning is." "Stop talking humbug, Tom.

Were you there ?" asked Godfrey.
"Well, not exactly there, Master Godfrey, but I and one or two others was nigh, having heard voices louder than the common, just looking over the churchyard wall, to tell truth." "Oh!" ejaculated Godfrey, and Tom continued in a reflective voice.
"My! they were two beuties, what you gave that old fat devil of a squire.

If he'd been a bull instead of only roaring like one, they'd have brought him down, to say nothing of parson and the angel." "I couldn't help it, Tom.

I was mad." "And no wonder, after being crumped on the nut with a tight umbrella.
Why, I'd have done the same myself, baronite or no baronite.