The very miners give him a good word, though he is very strict with them; and as for Bartley, it's my belief he owes all his good luck to Will Hope.

And to think he was born in this village, and left it a poor lad; ay, and he came back here one day as poor as Job, seems but t'other day, with his bundle on his back and his poor little girl in his hand.

I dare say I fed them both with whatever was going, poor bodies." "What was she like ?" "A poor little wizened thing.

She had beautiful golden hair, though." "Like Miss Bartley's ?" "Something, but lighter." "Have you ever seen her since ?" "No; and I never shall." "Who knows ?" "Nay, sir.

I asked him after her one day when he came home for good.