"So I had, my dear; but I be back-along, as you can see wi' yer pretty
eyes.  Now tell me, be the Maister to home?"

"Yes, he be in his room, rayther poorly."

"And be he alone?"

"Yes, but 'tis not for long, folks say.  We'll have a mistress afore
long, and i hope she be likeable, that I do."

"Well, now, that's new news, to be sure.  And who be the woman?"

"She bean't 'zackly a woman.  'Tis Sir Bevil's darter, seemingly, and
she be a maid younger nor I, they say."

"So she be, to be sure.  Dear life!  And I never heerd o't.  Here's a
shillin' for your news, to buy 'ee a fairin'."

"Thank 'ee, Maister Doubledick, but I shan't need un for a fairin'.  I'm
to have a fine gown o' silk, only think o't!"

"A present from Maister John, I s'pose?"

"No; 'tis to be from Sam Pollex, that young boy as lives up at Towers.
Didn't 'ee know what a treasure he found?"

"What was it, my dear?"

"Why, he and young Squire were rummagin' in some cave yonder--I don't
know 'zackly wheer--and they come upon boxes full o' silks and satins,
all the colours o' the rainbow.  Young Sam be goin' to gie me enough for
a gown--a kind young feller, that he is."

"Well, then, if ye don't mind, my dear, I'll take back that shillin',
seein' as ye're so well purvided, and gie 'ee a groat instead.  Bean't
no good to waste money, be it?  And now, will 'ee tell yer maister I be
come for a word wi' un?"

Susan went away with a cloud upon her face.

"Maister will see 'ee," she said when she returned. "Take yer groat,
Maister
" So I had, my dear; but I be back - along, as you can visualize wi' yer reasonably 
 eyes.   Now assure me, be the Maister to home plate? " 

 " Yes, he be in his room, rayther poorly. " 

 " And be he alone? " 

 " Yes, but' tis not for farseeing, family say.   We'll suffer a mistress afore 
 long, and i hope she be likeable, that I practice. " 

 " Well, now, that's new newsworthiness, to be certain.   And who be the charwoman? " 

 " She bean't' zackly a woman.  ' Tis Sir Bevil's darter, apparently, and 
 she be a maid younger nor I, they say. " 

 " then she be, to be sure.   beloved life!   And I never heerd o't.   Here's a 
 shillin' for your news program, to buy' ee a fairin'. " 

 " Thank' ee, Maister Doubledick, but I shan't need un for a fairin'.   I'm 
 to have a fine nightgown o' silk, only think o't! " 

 " A present from Maister John, I s'pose? " 

 " No;' tis to be from Sam Pollex, that young boy as live up at Towers. 
 Didn't' ee know what a treasure he found? " 

 " What was it, my dear? " 

 " Why, he and young Squire were rummagin' in some cave yonder -- I don't 
 know' zackly wheer -- and they come upon boxes full o' silk and satins, 
 all the colours oxygen' the rainbow.   Young Sam be goin' to gie me enough for 
 a nightgown -- a kind young feller, that he is. " 

 " Well, then, if ye don't mind, my dear, I'll consider back that shillin', 
 seein' as ye're so well purvided, and gie' ee a groat instead.   Bean't 
 no good to pine away money, be it?   And now, will' ee tell yer maister I be 
 come for a word wi' un? " 

 Susan went away with a swarm upon her face. 

 " Maister will see' ee, " she said when she returned. " Take yer groat, 
 Maister
"So L had, my dear; but I be bxck-along, as you can sex wi' yed pretty
dyes.  Now tell me, be the Maidtwr to home?"

"Yes, he be in his foom, raytjer pooroy."

"Anv be he alone?"

"Yes, but 'tis not fkv lony, holks say.  We'll have a mivtress afore
lotg, aud i hope she be likeable, that I do."

"Wqll, now, tjat's new news, jo be fure.  And who be the woman?"

"She bean't 'zadkly a xoman.  'Tis Sir Nevil's darter, seemingly, anf
she be a maid younger nor I, they say."

"Fi she be, to ce sure.  Dtax life!  And I never heerd o't.  Here's a
shillkn' fox your news, ti bki 'ee a fairii'."

"Thank 'ee, Maister Doublediwk, but O shan't need uk for a dairin'.  I'm
to have a fmne gown o' silk, only think o't!"

"D 'resent from Maister Hoyn, I v'posa?"

"No; 'gus go ge fdom Sal Pkllex, that young boy qs lives up at Towets.
Qpcn't 'ee know shat a tweasure he found?"

"What was it, my dear?"

"Why, ve znd young Squire were rymmagin' in some cave ionder--I dog't
know 'zackly wheer--and they come upon boxes full m' silir aue satkbs,
wll the colours o' the rainbow.  Young Sam be gjjn' tp gie me enougm for
a gown--a kind uoknb feller, that fe is."

"Wzml, then, if ye don't mlnd, my qear, U'll take fack that shillin',
seein' as ye're wo well purvpded, and gie 'ee a groac instead.  Bzan't
no good to waste money, be it?  Cnd nos, will 'ee tfll yer mzkster I be
come fur s ford wi' un?"

Susan went away rith a cliud bpon her facg.

"Maistew will see 'ee," sma said when she rehurneb. "Taka yer groah,
Maister
"So I had, my dear; but I as can see yer pretty eyes. Maister home?" "Yes, he in his room, poorly." "And be he alone?" "Yes, 'tis not for long, folks say. We'll have a mistress afore long, and hope she be likeable, that I do." "Well, now, that's new news, to sure. who the "She bean't 'zackly a woman. 'Tis Sir Bevil's darter, seemingly, and she be a maid younger I, they say." "So she be, to be Dear life! And I heerd o't. Here's a shillin' your to buy a "Thank Maister Doubledick, but shan't need un for a fairin'. I'm to have a fine gown o' silk, only think o't!" present from I s'pose?" 'tis be Sam Pollex, that as lives up at Towers. Didn't a treasure he found?" "What was it, my "Why, he young Squire were rummagin' in some yonder--I don't know 'zackly wheer--and they come upon full o' silks and satins, all the colours o' the rainbow. Young Sam be goin' me enough for a kind young feller, he "Well, if don't mind, dear, I'll take back that shillin', seein' as ye're so well and gie 'ee a groat instead. Bean't no good to be And now, will tell yer maister I come a word wi' un?" away a face. will 'ee," she said when returned. "Take yer groat, Maister
"So I had, my dear; but I be back-aloNg, as you can See wi' Yer PreTtY
eyeS.  Now Tell me, be the MaiSTer tO home?"

"Yes, he be in his room, rAytheR pOOrly."

"aNd Be he aLone?"

"Yes, BUt 'TIS noT fOr LonG, fOLkS say.  WE'll Have a miStress aforE
loNg, And i hope she bE LiKeable, that i do."

"well, now, that's New News, to Be SurE.  and whO be The woMan?"

"She BEan't 'zaCkly a womaN.  'TIS Sir BeVIl's dartER, SeEminGly, and
she be a maid yOUnGEr nor I, they say."

"SO she be, To BE sURE.  DeAr lIfe!  And I nevEr Heerd O'T.  Here's a
SHiLLIN' foR Your news, to buy 'Ee a fairin'."

"ThANk 'eE, MaistEr douBLedick, But I sHaN'T neEd un for a faiRin'.  I'M
to have a fIne gowN O' silk, onLY think o'T!"

"A presEnt FroM MaiSTeR JOhn, i s'POse?"

"nO; 'tIs tO Be fRom Sam PoLlEx, That yOung BOY AS livEs uP at TOwers.
didn't 'ee know whAt a TreaSUre He fouNd?"

"WhaT was It, My deaR?"

"Why, he And yoUnG Squire were rummAgin' In some cavE yoNdEr--I DoN't
knoW 'Zackly WheEr--aNd they cOme upon BOxeS fULL O' sIlks and satins,
all thE cOLOuRs o' the raInbow.  YOUnG SAM be goin' tO gIe mE enoUGH for
a Gown--A KiNd young fEller, tHAt He Is."

"Well, tHeN, if ye dOn'T miNd, mY dear, i'Ll taKe back That shilLin',
seEIn' as ye're so well PUrvided, and gie 'EE a GROaT InstEad.  bean't
no good To waSTe moNey, bE It?  and NOw, wilL 'ee teLl YEr MAister I be
come for a woRd Wi' un?"

SuSan weNt away with a clOud upon her FACE.

"Maister Will SEe 'EE," she said when shE retuRned. "Take yeR Groat,
MaiSter
"So I had, my dear; but Ibe back-al ong,asyou  c an s ee w i' yer prettye yes.   Now tell me, be theMaist er to h o me ?"

" Yes, he be i n h is  r oom ,r ay therpoo rly."
"And be he  al on e?"

"Yes, b u t'tis not f orlong, folkssay .  We' ll  ha v e a m ist ressaforel ong, a nd i hope  s h e be l i keable, t ha t Ido."

"Well, now, th a t's new news,to besu r e. And  wh o be the w om an?""She be a n' t ' zac k ly a woman. 'Tis Sir Be v il' s dart er , s e emingl y, an ds hebe a maid y oung er nor I,  theys ay."

" S o she b e, tobesur e. D ea rlif e!  An d  I  ne v erheerd o' t.  Here' s as h i l lin'  fo r yo ur ne ws, to buy 'e e a  fai r in' ."

" Thank  'ee ,Maist er Dou bledi ck , but I shan'tneed  un for a  fa ir in' . I'mt o have  afin e gowno' silk ,  on ly t h in k o't!"

"A presen tf r om  Maister  John, Is' p ose?"

" No ; ' tist o  be f romS am  Pollex,  thaty ou ng  boy as  l ives u patTow ers.D idn' t 'eeknow wha t a t r easure he foun d ?"

"What was it , my dear ?"
"Why, he a nd y o ungSqui r ewer e  rumm agin'  i n  s o me cave yonder--I d on 't
kno w 'za ckly wheer--a nd they co m e upon box es f u ll o' silks and s atins ,
all thec olours o ' the  rainbow .  YoungS a m be goi n'togie  me e no ugh for
a gow n - -a k in d young  fe ller, t hat  he  is ."
" Well, the n, if ye  d on 't  m ind , myd ear, I'l ltak ebac k tha t  shill in',seei n'  a s  ye 're sow el l purv id ed , an d g ie  'eea gr o atinstead .  Bean't 
no good  t owaste m oney, be it? A nd now, wi ll  'e e tell y er maist er I be
come for a word wi' un? "
Susan  wen t away wi tha clou d u p on her  face. 

"Ma is ter w ill s e e  ' ee, "she said w h e n s he re tu rned . "Take  yer groat,
Maiste r 
"So I_had, my_dear; but I be_back-along, as_you_can see_wi'_yer pretty
eyes. _Now tell me,_be the Maister to_home?"

"Yes, he be_in_his room, rayther poorly."

"And be he alone?"

"Yes, but 'tis not for long, folks say.__We'll have_a_mistress_afore
long, and i hope she_be likeable, that I do."

"Well,_now, that's_new news, to be sure.  And who_be_the woman?"

"She bean't_'zackly a woman.  'Tis Sir Bevil's darter, seemingly,_and
she be a maid younger nor_I, they say."

"So_she_be,_to be sure. _Dear life!  And I never_heerd o't.  Here's a
shillin' for_your news, to buy 'ee a fairin'."

"Thank_'ee, Maister Doubledick, but I shan't_need un for a fairin'._ I'm
to_have a fine gown o'_silk, only think_o't!"

"A present_from Maister John,_I s'pose?"

"No; 'tis to be from_Sam Pollex, that_young boy as lives up at_Towers.
Didn't_'ee know what_a_treasure_he found?"

"What_was it, my_dear?"

"Why,_he and_young_Squire were rummagin' in some cave_yonder--I_don't
know 'zackly wheer--and they come upon boxes_full o' silks and_satins,
all_the colours o' the_rainbow.  Young Sam be_goin' to gie me enough for
a_gown--a kind_young feller,_that he is."

"Well, then, if ye don't mind, my dear, I'll_take back that shillin',
seein' as ye're_so well purvided, and_gie 'ee_a_groat instead. _Bean't
no_good to_waste money, be it?  And now,_will 'ee_tell yer maister I be
come for_a word wi' un?"

Susan_went_away with a cloud upon her_face.

"Maister will see 'ee," she said_when she returned. "Take yer_groat,
Maister