At length, one evening, toward the end of March, the Bryanite laid down his tools.
"Tell 'ee what 'tis, Parson.

You must send the boy to someone that'll teach en smithy-work.

There's no sense in this cold hammering." "Wheelwright Hocken holds his shop and cottage from the Squire." "Why not put the boy to Mendarva the Smith, over to Benny Beneath?
He's a first-rate workman." "That is more than six miles away." "No matter for that.

There's Joll's Farm close by; Farmer Joll would board and lodge en for nine shillings a week, and glad of the chance; and he could come home for Sundays." Mr.Raymond, as soon as he reached home, sat down and wrote a letter to Mendarva the Smith and another to Farmer Joll.

Within a week the bargains were struck, and it was settled that Taffy should go at once.
"I may be calling before long, to look you up," said the Bryanite, "but mind you do no more than nod when you see me." Joll's Farm lay somewhere near Carwithiel, across the moor where Taffy had gone fishing with George and Honoria.