But sit down here a bit, Lenny; I've summat to say to ye!" "To me ?" "To ye.

Give the neddy a shove out i' the vay, and sit down, I say." Lenny rather reluctantly, and somewhat superciliously, accepted this invitation.
"I hears," said the tinker, in a voice made rather indistinct by a couple of nails, which he had inserted between his teeth,--"I hears as how you be unkimmon fond of reading.

I ha' sum nice cheap books in my bag yonder,--sum as low as a penny." "I should like to see them," said Lenny, his eyes sparkling.
The tinker rose, opened one of the panniers on the ass's back, took out a bag, which he placed before Lenny, and told him to suit himself.

The young peasant desired no better.

He spread all the contents of the bag on the sward, and a motley collection of food for the mind was there,--food and poison, serpentes avibus good and evil.