He was doing nothing at Dunton Green except a little tailoring.

"It ithn't the thmart plathe I thought it wath, and what I get ithent thkarthely worth having," he said, "tho that if it ith any convenienth to you for uth to come...." And in a week Mr.and Mrs.Skinner were installed in the farm, and the jobbing carpenter from Hickleybrow was diversifying the task of erecting runs and henhouses with a systematic discussion of Mr.Bensington.
"I haven't theen much of 'im yet," said Mr.Skinner.

"But as far as I can make 'im out 'e theems to be a thtewpid o' fool." "_I_ thought 'e seemed a bit Dotty," said the carpenter from Hickleybrow.
"'E fanthieth 'imself about poultry," said Mr.Skinner.

"O my goodneth! You'd think nobody knew nothin' about poultry thept 'im." "'E _looks_ like a 'en," said the carpenter from Hickleybrow; "what with them spectacles of 'is." Mr.Skinner came closer to the carpenter from Hickleybrow, and spoke in a confidential manner, and one sad eye regarded the distant village, and one was bright and wicked.

"Got to be meathured every blethed day--every blethed 'en, 'e thays.