CHAPTER VIII.
"Kettles and frying-pans! what has us here ?" cried the tinker.
This time Mr.Sprott was without his donkey; for it being Sunday, it is presumed that the donkey was enjoying his Sabbath on the common.
The tinker was in his Sunday's best, clean and smart, about to take his lounge in the park.
Lenny Fairfield made no answer to the appeal.
"You in the wood, my baby! Well, that's the last sight I should ha' thought to see.

But we all lives to larn," added the tinker, sententiously.

"Who gave you them leggins?
Can't you speak, lad ?" "Nick Stirn." "Nick Stirn! Ay, I'd ha' ta'en my davy on that: and cos vy ?" "'Cause I did as he told me, and fought a boy as was trespassing on these very stocks; and he beat me--but I don't care for that; and that boy was a young gentleman, and going to visit the squire; and so Nick Stirn--" Lenny stopped short, choked by rage and humiliation.
"Augh," said the tinker, starting, "you fit with a young gentleman, did you?
Sorry to hear you confess that, my lad! Sit there and be thankful you ha' got off so cheap.

'T is salt and battery to fit with your betters, and a Lunnon justice o' peace would have given you two months o' the treadmill.
"But vy should you fit cos he trespassed on the stocks?
It ben't your natural side for fitting, I takes it." Lenny murmured something not very distinguishable about serving the squire, and doing as he was bid.
"Oh, I sees, Lenny," interrupted the tinker, in a tone of great contempt, "you be one of those who would rayther 'unt with the 'ounds than run with the 'are! You be's the good pattern boy, and would peach agin your own border to curry favour with the grand folks.

Fie, lad! you be sarved right; stick by your border, then you'll be 'spected when you gets into trouble, and not be 'varsally 'spised,--as you'll be arter church-time! Vell, I can't be seen 'sorting with you, now you are in this d'rogotary fix; it might hurt my c'r'acter, both with them as built the stocks and them as wants to pull 'em down.