It's my own fault, I'm sure, Mrs.Julaper; and I know I'm to blame." "That's quite right, that's spoken like a wise lad; only I don't say you're to blame, nor no one; for folk can't help frettin' sometimes, no more than they can help a headache--none but a mafflin would say that--and I'll not deny but he has dowly ways when the fit's on him, and he frumps us all round, if such be his humour.

But who is there hasn't his faults?
We must bear and forbear, and take what we get and be cheerful.

So chirp up, my lad; Philip, didn't I often ring the a'd rhyme in your ear long ago?
"Be always as merry as ever you can, For no one delights in a sorrowful man.
"So don't ye be gettin' up off your chair like that, and tramping about the room wi' your hands in your pockets, looking out o' this window, and staring out o' that, and sighing and crying, and looking so black-ox-trodden, 'twould break a body's heart to see you.

Ye must be cheery; and happen you're hungry, and don't know it.

I'll tell the cook to grill a hot bit for ye." "But I'm not hungry, Mrs.Julaper.How kind you are! dear me, Mrs.
Julaper, I'm not worthy of it; I don't deserve half your kindness.