We shall be left in our old age to shift for ourselves; one son at sea, without a shirt to his back; another preaching upon a hundred a-year--gentleman Rowland I call him; and the third in a workhouse, maybe.

And all this because brother Jo must needs bring a fine lady amongst us, and with her nothing but grammar-schools, boarding-schools, and colleges.

My wife always spoilt that girl.' 'Perhaps you helped a little bit, Mr Prothero,' said Miss Gwynne, smiling, to stop the farmer's flow of words.

'But one couldn't help spoiling poor--' 'There, don't you go for to take her part, miss.

Name o' goodness, let alone the girl.