better and better! Sing heigho! the Holly, this life is most jolly.

I trust you find it so, Mr.Holly ?" "If you want to know," Mr.Holly answered sourly, "I don't." "You pain and astonish me, Mr.Holly.

The penalty of Adam, the season's difference"-- Mr.Mortimer turned up his furred collar--"surely, sir, you will allow no worse to afflict you?
You, a dweller on the confines of Henley-in-Arden, within measurable distance, as I gathered ?" "Mile an' a 'arf." "No more?
O Phoebus and the Nine!" "There _was_," said Mr.Holly, "to 'a been six.

An' by consequence here I be with a pair of 'osses an' the big wagon.

Best go home-along, I reckon, an' fetch out the cart," he grumbled, with a jerk of his thumb indicating a red-tiled building on the hillside, half a mile away.
"Not so." Mr.Mortimer tapped his brow.