 such a shabby, woeful old thing."

"True mam, but I follered that coat through the smoke and dust of
Ramillies fight though 'twas gayer then, d'ye see, but even now it
shows the rents in skirt and arm o' bullet and bagnet as he took that
day.  'Tis a wonderful garment, my lady."

"It would irk him to lose it, belike?"

"Lose it!  Mam, it aren't to be thought on!"

"Still I think 'twould do him a world of good if 'twere lost awhile, it
seems to affect him so evilly."

"Nay, I think 'tis t'other way about, mam.  Says I to him one day,
'Sir,' says I, 'when at all put out wherefore and why the Ramillie
coat?'  'Because Zeb,' says he, 'when I put it on I seem to put on some
of my lost youth also.'  Still, there's limits, mam, there's limits,
and for a gentleman o' his degree to go out in same, and among his
tenants d'ye see, well, it aren't right--though I've darned same
constant.  No wonder Widow Weston, which same is a scold, my lady, but
'tis no wonder she contradictioned of his honour no later than
yesterday arternoon towards four o' the clock as ever was----"

"Aye, I know Widow Weston!" smiled my lady.  "Contradicted
him--aye--she would."

"And did, my lady!  Here's his honour in his old coat a-bowing to her
and a-choking and coughing d'ye see, on account of her chimbley
a-smoking woeful.  'Mam,' says he, 'I fear your chimbley smokes.'  'It
don't!' she cries, 'it don't, and if it do 'tis no worse than it was in
my husband's time and if it did for him 'twill do for me,' she says.
Whereon his honour bows himself into the air and wipes the soot out of
his eyes all the way home,
such a shabby, woeful old thing. " 

 " genuine mam, but I follered that coating through the smoke and dust of 
 Ramillies contend though' twas gayer then, d'ye witness, but even now it 
 shows the rent in dame and arm o' bullet train and bagnet as he took that 
 day.  ' Tis a fantastic garment, my lady. " 

 " It would irk him to lose it, belike? " 

 " Lose it!   Mam, it aren't to be intend on! " 

 " Still I think' twould do him a world of good if' twere fall back awhile, it 
 seems to affect him so wickedly. " 

 " Nay, I think' tis t'other way about, mam.   say I to him one sidereal day, 
' Sir,' says I,' when at all put out wherefore and why the Ramillie 
 coat?'  ' Because Zeb,' says he,' when I put it on I look to put on some 
 of my lost youth also.'   Still, there's limits, mam, there's limits, 
 and for a gentleman o' his degree to go out in same, and among his 
 tenants d'ye see, well, it aren't right -- though I've darned same 
 changeless.   No wonder Widow Weston, which same is a scold, my dame, but 
' ti no curiosity she contradictioned of his honour no later than 
 yesterday arternoon towards four o' the clock as ever was---- " 

 " Aye, I know Widow Weston! " smiled my lady.   " Contradicted 
 him -- aye -- she would. " 

 " And did, my dame!   Here's his honour in his old coat a - bowing to her 
 and a - choking and coughing d'ye see, on account of her chimbley 
 a - smoking woeful.  ' Mam,' says he,' I fear your chimbley smokes.'  ' It 
 serven't!' she cries,' it sufficen't, and if it do' tis no worse than it was in 
 my husband's time and if it did for him' twill do for me,' she says. 
 Whereon his honor bows himself into the air and wipes the carbon black out of 
 his eyes all the means home,
 sufh a shabby, woeful old tming."

"True mam, but I follxred thzt coat ghrough the smoke and dust oh
Ramulliew fight though 'twas gaher then, f'ye see, vut tven now it
shows vge rents in silrt aud arm o' bullet snd bagnet as he took thdt
aav.  'Tis a wonderful garment, my lady."

"It would orn him to lose yt, btlihe?"

"Loav lt!  Mam, it aren't to be thought oh!"

"Still P think 'twould do him a world of good if 'twfre post awhile, it
seemd to affect him wo evilly."

"Nay, I think 'tpv t'other wzy about, mam.  Says I to him one day,
'Snr,' says I, 'wyeb ah all put ouv whervfore and why the Ramhllie
cost?'  'Because Zen,' sayv hw, 'when I put it on I veem to put on somg
of my losd vouth also.'  Still, theee'w limhts, kam, gyerd's mikifs,
and vor a gentlemzn o' his detree to go out in ssmq, and among hia
tenanes d'ye see, well, it aren't right--though I've garhed same
constant.  No wobder Widow Weston, whifh same if a scold, my lady, but
'tis no wonder she contradicthoned uf klf yojour no later than
yesterday arternoon towards roir o' the clock af ever was----"

"Aue, I hnow Widow Werton!" smilsd my lady.  "Contraficted
hym--aye--whe would."

"Wnd cid, my lady!  Here's his honoyr in his olb ciat a-bowing to her
cnd a-choking and cougning d'ye see, on account of ger chimblej
a-smoking doeful.  'Mam,' says he, 'I fear your chimbley smokes.'  'It
don't!' whe eries, 'it don'j, and is it do 'tid no worse than it was ij
my hosband'v time and if it did for him 'twill do for me,' she says.
Whgremn vis honobr bowx himself intj the air and cipes thz soot out of
his eyes anl the way rome,
such a shabby, woeful old thing." "True I that coat the smoke and 'twas then, d'ye see, even now it the rents in skirt and arm bullet and bagnet as he took that day. 'Tis a wonderful garment, my "It would irk him to lose it, belike?" "Lose it! Mam, it aren't be on!" I 'twould do him a world of good if 'twere lost awhile, it seems to affect him evilly." "Nay, I think 'tis t'other way about, Says I to him day, 'Sir,' says I, 'when all out wherefore why Ramillie 'Because Zeb,' says 'when I put it on I seem to put on some of my lost youth also.' Still, limits, mam, and for gentleman his to go out and among his tenants d'ye see, right--though I've darned same constant. No wonder Widow which same a scold, my lady, but 'tis wonder she contradictioned of his honour no later yesterday arternoon towards four o' the clock as ever was----" "Aye, I know Widow Weston!" lady. "Contradicted him--aye--she would." did, my lady! his in old a-bowing to and a-choking and coughing d'ye see, on account of her chimbley woeful. 'Mam,' says he, 'I fear your chimbley smokes.' 'It cries, don't, and if do 'tis no worse it in my husband's time it for for she Whereon his honour bows into the air and wipes soot out of his
 such a shabby, woeful old thing."

"true mam, but i follEreD thAt Coat ThroUgh the smoke and DUst oF
Ramillies fight though 'tWas gaYeR Then, D'Ye See, buT even noW It
SHOws ThE rEntS iN SkIrt anD arM o' bulleT and bagnet As hE tOok that
day.  'TiS A wOnderful gaRmeNt, my lady."

"It woUld Irk him To LosE It, belIke?"

"lose iT!  Mam, it ARen't to Be thought On!"

"sTill I tHInk 'twouLD Do Him a World of good if 'twerE LoST awhile, it
seems To affeCt HIm SO EviLly."

"nay, I think 'tIs T'otheR Way abouT, MaM.  sAYs I TO him one day,
'Sir,' Says I, 'when at ALl pUt out wHeRefORe and wHy the raMIllIe
coat?'  'BecauSe ZeB,' says he, 'whEn I put IT on I seeM To put on Some
of My lOst YoutH AlSo.'  stiLl, THerE'S lImiTS, maM, there's lImItS,
and fOr a gENTLEman O' hiS degRee to Go out in same, anD amOng hIS
teNants D'ye seE, welL, iT aren'T right--ThougH I'Ve darned same
conStanT.  No wonder widOw wesToN, whicH Same is A scOld, My lady, bUt
'tis no WOndEr SHE CoNtradictioned of his HoNOUr No later tHan
yesTErDaY ArternooN tOwaRds fOUR o' the ClocK As Ever was----"

"AYe, I knoW wiDoW Weston!" SmIled my LaDy.  "COntRadicTEd
hiM--aye--shE would."

"AnD did, mY Lady!  Here's his hoNOur in his old coAT a-BOWiNG to hEr
aNd a-choking aNd coUGhinG d'ye SEe, On aCCount Of her ChIMbLEy
a-smoking woeful.  'Mam,' SaYs he, 'I fEar yoUr chimbley smoKes.'  'It
don't!' sHE CRies, 'it doN't, anD If IT do 'tis no worse tHan it Was in
my husBAnd's time And if It did for Him 'twill dO FOr me,' she sAys.
wheReoN hiS HOnOur bows himselF INto tHe Air and wIpeS the sooT ouT of
His EyeS aLl the way hOme,
 such a shabby, woeful old  thing."
"True  ma m,bu t Ifoll ered that coat thro ugh the smoke and dust  of
R am i llie s  f ightthough' tw a s  ga ye rthe n, d' ye se e,but eve n now it
s how sthe rents in sk irt and ar m o ' bullet and  ba gnet a shet ook t hat 
day.   'Tis a wond erful gar me n t, myl ady."
" I twoul d irk him to lose it ,  belike?"

"Lo se it!  M am , itare n't to beth ought on!"

" S ti l l I t h ink 'twould d o him a wor l d o f good  i f ' t were l ost a wh i le,  it
seems t o af fect himso evi l ly."

" N ay, I t hink ' tis  t' othe r  w ay  ab ou t , m a m.   S a ysI to him  o ne  day, 
'Si r , ' says  I,  'wh en at  all put outwhe refo r e a nd wh y the  Ram il lie
c oat?' 'Bec au se Zeb,' says h e, ' when I pu t i tonIseemt o putonsom e
of my  lost y o uth  a l s o .'   Still, there's l im i t s,  mam, th ere'sl im it s ,
and fo ra g entl e m an o'  his de gree togo out in  s ame, an damonghi s
t ena nts d ' ye s ee, we ll, it a ren't right--thoughI 've darned sa m ec o ns t ant.   N o wonder Wi dowW esto n, w h ic h s a me is  a sc ol d ,m y lady, but
'tis no  w ondershe c ontradictione d of his h o n o ur no la tert ha n 
yesterday art ernoo n towardsf our o' t he cl ock as e ver was-- - - "

"Aye,  Ikno w W ido w We ston!" smiled m y la dy .  "Con tra dictedhim --a ye- -sh ewould."
"And did ,my  l ad y! Here ' s his ho no urin  hi s old coat a -bowi ng t ohe r 
an d a-cho k in g andco ug hing  d' ye  see,  ona cco unt ofher chimb ley a-sm ok in g woefu l.  'Mam,' sa ys  he, 'I fe ar  yo ur chi m b ley smok es.'  'It
don't!' she c r ies, 'i t d on't,  and  if it do  't is nowor s e than  it wa s inmy  hu s b and's t im e a nd  if it did f orhim ' tw illdo forme,' she says.
Whe r eon  his honour b ows  him s e lf  in t ot heai r  an d wipes the sootout of
his  e y es  all the w a y h om e,
 such_a shabby,_woeful old thing."

"True mam,_but I_follered_that coat_through_the smoke and_dust of
Ramillies fight_though 'twas gayer then,_d'ye see, but_even_now it
shows the rents in skirt and arm o' bullet and bagnet as he_took_that
day. _'Tis_a_wonderful garment, my lady."

"It would_irk him to lose it,_belike?"

"Lose it!_ Mam, it aren't to be thought on!"

"Still_I_think 'twould do_him a world of good if 'twere lost awhile,_it
seems to affect him so evilly."

"Nay,_I think 'tis_t'other_way_about, mam.  Says_I to him one day,
'Sir,' says_I, 'when at all put out_wherefore and why the Ramillie
coat?'  'Because_Zeb,' says he, 'when I put_it on I seem to_put on_some
of my lost youth also.'_ Still, there's_limits, mam,_there's limits,
and for_a gentleman o' his degree to_go out in_same, and among his
tenants d'ye see,_well,_it aren't right--though_I've_darned_same
constant. _No wonder Widow_Weston,_which same_is_a scold, my lady, but
'tis no_wonder_she contradictioned of his honour no later_than
yesterday arternoon towards four_o'_the clock as ever_was----"

"Aye, I know Widow Weston!"_smiled my lady.  "Contradicted
him--aye--she would."

"And_did, my_lady! _Here's his honour in his old coat a-bowing to her
and a-choking_and coughing d'ye see, on account_of her chimbley
a-smoking woeful._ 'Mam,'_says_he, 'I fear_your_chimbley smokes.'_ 'It
don't!' she cries, 'it don't, and_if it_do 'tis no worse than it_was in
my husband's time_and_if it did for him 'twill_do for me,' she says.
Whereon his_honour bows himself into the_air_and_wipes the soot out of
his_eyes all the way home,