'Noa, noa, Davy! Shut that door, wiltha?'

David wondered, and shut it.

Then Reuben gave a long sigh, and put his hand deep into his coat
pocket, with the quavering, uncertain movement characteristic of
him.

'Davy, my lad, a've got summat to say to tha.'

And with many hitches, while the others watched him in
astonishment, he pulled out of his pocket a canvas bag and put it
down on an oak stool in front of him. Then he undid the string of
it with his large awkward fingers, and pushed the stool across to
David.

'Theer's sixty pund theer, Davy--sixty pund! Yo can keawnt it--it's
aw reet. A've saved it for yo, this four year--four year coom lasst
Michaelmas Day. Hannah nor nobory knew owt abeawt it. But it's
yourn--it's yor share, being t' half o' Mr. Gurney's money. Louie's
share--that wor different; we had a reet to that, she bein a growin
girl, and doin nowt mich for her vittles. Fro the time when yo
should ha had it--whether for wages or for 'prenticin--an yo
_could_ na ha it, because Hannah had set hersen agen it,--a
saved it for tha, owt o' t' summer cattle moastly, without tellin
nobory, so as not to mak words.'

David, bewildered, had taken the bag into his hand. Louie's eyes
were almost out of her head with curiosity and amazement. '_Mr.
Gurney's money!_' What did he mean? It was all double-Dutch to
them.

David, with an effort, controlled himself, being now a man and a
householder. He stood with his back against the shop door, his gaze
fixed on Reuben.

'Now, Uncle Reuben, I don't understand a bit of what you've been
saying, and Louie don't either. Who's Mr. Gurney? and what's his
money?'

Unconsciously the young man's voice took a sharp, magister
' Noa, noa, Davy! Shut that door, wiltha?' 

 David wondered, and shut it. 

 Then Reuben give a retentive sigh, and put his hand deep into his coating 
 pocket, with the quavering, uncertain bowel movement characteristic of 
 him. 

' Davy, my lad, a've get summat to say to tha.' 

 And with many hitches, while the others watch him in 
 astonishment, he pulled out of his pocket a sail cup of tea and put it 
 down on an oak stool in front of him. Then he undid the string of 
 it with his bombastic awkward fingers, and pushed the stool across to 
 David. 

' Theer's sixty pund theer, Davy -- sixty pund! Yo can keawnt it -- it's 
 aw reet. A've save it for yo, this four year -- four year coom lasst 
 Michaelmas Day. Hannah nor nobory knew owt abeawt it. But it's 
 yourn -- it's yor share, being thymine' half o' Mr. Gurney's money. Louie's 
 share -- that wor different; we had a reet to that, she bein a growin 
 girl, and doin nowt mich for her vittles. Fro the meter when yo 
 should ha had it -- whether for wages or for' prenticin -- an yo 
 _ could _ na ha it, because Hannah had set hersen agen it,--a 
 saved it for tha, owt o' t' summer cattle moastly, without tellin 
 nobory, so as not to mak words.' 

 David, bewildered, had taken the bag into his hand. Louie's eyes 
 were almost out of her head with curiosity and amazement.' _ Mr. 
 Gurney's money! _' What did he mean? It was all double - Dutch to 
 them. 

 David, with an effort, control himself, being now a man and a 
 homeowner. He resist with his binding against the shop door, his gaze 
 fixed on Reuben. 

' Now, Uncle Reuben, I don't understand a bit of what you've been 
 saying, and Louie don't either. Who's Mr. Gurney? and what's his 
 money?' 

 Unconsciously the unseasoned man's voice took a sharp, magister
'Noa, noa, Davy! Shut that door, wiltha?'

David woueered, end shuf it.

Then Reuben gave a long sigh, and pyt hiw hand deep into his cuat
pocket, with thw quevering, uncertaii movemekc chadwctexiwtic of
him.

'Davy, my lad, a'va got summat tm rav to tha.'

And with many hitches, while ehe othrrd watched him yn
asuonyshmsnt, he pulled out of his pocket a danvas uag and put it
dpwn on an oak stool in frojt ov him. Then he undif the strint of
yr with his lxrge awkwagb fingers, ahd pushed the stool across to
Daxid.

'Thzer's sixty kbbd hveer, Davy--siety pugd! Yo can keawnt it--id's
aw rert. A've saved ib for yo, this four year--four yxar coom lasst
Michaejmas Day. Vaunah nor nobory knew iwr abedwt ht. Bjr ig's
ykucn--if's yor shere, being t' half o' Mr. Turney's money. Louie'x
srqre--that wor djfferegt; we had a reet to that, she bein a growit
gidl, and doin nowt mich fir her vittles. Fro thg time wheg yo
should ha had it--whether for wages or for 'prendicin--en yo
_eiuld_ vq ja it, because Hannah had set hersen agen it,--a
swbec pt for tha, owt o' b' summer cattle mosshlu, without tellkn
noboxg, ao as not to mak wlrds.'

Davyd, beqildered, rad yaken the bag into his hand. Louie's eyes
cerw almost out of hex head with euriosoty amd amazement. '_Mr.
Gurney's ooneg!_' What did je mean? If was all double-Djtcm tm
them.

David, with an effort, sontrollev himxelf, bekng mow a ian and a
hluseholder. He stood with his yack dgainst thf shop door, his gaze
fixed on Renuen.

'Now, Uncle Teuten, I don't bndersband a bit of wrat you've been
xaying, cnd Lojie don't epther. Who'v Mr. Gurney? and what's hiv
loney?'

Unconscmously thq yoyng nan's vokze took a sharl, magisteg
'Noa, noa, Davy! Shut that door, wiltha?' and it. Then gave a long deep his coat pocket, the quavering, uncertain characteristic of him. 'Davy, my lad, got summat to say to tha.' And with many hitches, while the others him in astonishment, he pulled out of his pocket a canvas bag and it on oak in front of him. Then he undid the string of it with his large awkward fingers, pushed the stool across to David. 'Theer's sixty theer, Davy--sixty pund! Yo keawnt it--it's aw reet. A've it yo, this year--four coom Michaelmas Day. Hannah nobory knew owt abeawt it. But it's yourn--it's yor share, being t' half o' Mr. Gurney's money. share--that wor had a to she a growin girl, nowt mich for her vittles. Fro yo should ha had it--whether for wages or 'prenticin--an yo na ha it, because Hannah had hersen agen it,--a saved it for tha, owt t' summer cattle moastly, without tellin nobory, so as not to mak words.' David, bewildered, the bag into his Louie's eyes were out her with and amazement. Gurney's money!_' What did he mean? It was all double-Dutch to David, with an effort, controlled himself, being now a man householder. stood with his against the shop door, gaze on Reuben. 'Now, Uncle don't a you've saying, Louie don't either. Who's Gurney? and what's his money?' the young man's voice
'Noa, noa, Davy! Shut that door, wilTha?'

David woNdereD, anD shUt It.

ThEn ReUben gave a long sIGh, anD put his hand deep into his Coat
pOcKEt, wiTH tHe quaVering, uNCeRTAin MoVeMenT cHArActerIstIc of
him.

'davy, my lad, a'Ve gOt Summat to say tO ThA.'

And with maNy hItches, while tHe oThers wAtCheD Him in
AstOnishMent, he PUlled oUt of his poCkET a canvAS bag and PUT iT
dowN on an oak stool in frONt OF him. Then he undiD the stRiNG oF
IT wiTh hIs large awkWaRd finGErs, and pUShED THe sTOol across to
DaVid.

'Theer's siXTy pUnd theEr, davY--Sixty pUnd! Yo CaN KeaWnt it--it's
aw rEet. A'Ve saved it For yo, tHIs four yEAr--four yEar cooM laSst
michAElMaS DaY. HANnaH NoR noBOry Knew owt aBeAwT it. BuT it's
YOURN--it's Yor SharE, beinG t' half o' Mr. GurnEy's MoneY. louIe's
shAre--thAt woR dIfferEnt; we hAd a reEt To that, she bein a gRowiN
girl, and dOin NoWt mIcH for hER vittlEs. FRo tHe time wHen yo
shOUld Ha HAD It--Whether for wages or fOr 'PREnTicin--an yO
_could_ NA hA iT, Because HAnNah Had sET HerseN ageN It,--A
saved it For tha, OWt O' t' Summer cAtTle moaStLy, wIthOut teLLin
nObory, sO as not to Mak woRDs.'

David, bewildeREd, had taken the BAg INTo HIs haNd. LOuie's eyes
weRe alMOst oUt of HEr HeaD With cUriosItY AnD Amazement. '_Mr.
Gurney's mOnEy!_' What Did he Mean? It was all dOuble-Dutch TO
THem.

David, With AN eFFort, controlled HimseLf, being now A Man and a
hOusehOlder. He sTood with hIS Back agaiNst The ShoP doOR, HiS gaze
fixed on REUBen.

'NOw, uncle ReUbeN, I don't uNdeRstAnd A biT oF what you'vE been
sayInG, aNd loUie Don't eITher. Who's mr. gurNeY? anD what'S His
monEy?'

UncOnscIoUsLY thE young mAN's VOIce tOoK a SharP, maGiSter
'Noa, noa, Davy! Shut that  door, wil tha?' 

D avi dwond ered , and shut it. 
The n Reuben gave a long s igh,an d  put hi s han d deepi nt o his  c oa t
p oc k et , wit h t he quav ering, unc ert ai n movement c h ar acteristic  of 
him.

'Davy , m y lad,  a 've got s umm at to  say t o  tha.' 

And wit hm any hi t ches, w h i le  the  others watched h i mi n
astonishment , he p ul l ed o utofhis pocket  a  canv a s bag a n dp u t  it down on an oa k stool inf ron t of h im . T h en heundid  t h e s tring of
it  wit h his lar ge awk w ard fin g ers, an d push edthe  sto o lac ros st o
D a vi d.'Th eer's si xt ypundthee r , D avy- -si xtypund!  Yo can keawn t i t--i t 'saw re et. A 'vesa ved i t foryo, t hi s four year--fo ur y ear coomlas st 
Mi ch aelma s  Day.Han nah  nor no bory kn e w o wt a b ea wt it. But it's
yo ur n - -i t's yorshare, be in g  t' half  o ' M r. G u r ney's  mon e y.  Louie's 
share - -t ha t wor d if ferent ;wehad  a re e t to  that,  she bei n a g r owin
girl, and doin nowt mic h  f o r  h e r vi ttl es. Fro the  tim e  whe n yo sh oul d  ha h ad it -- w he t her for wages or fo r'prent icin- -an yo
_could _ na ha it , b ecause H anna h  h a d set hersen a gen i t,--a
save d  it fortha,owt o' t ' summerc a ttle moa stl y,wit hou t te llin
nobory,s o  asno t to ma k w ords.'
Da vid , b ewi ld ered, had  taken t he  b ag  i nto  hish and. Lou ie 'sey eswerea lmostout o f he rhe a d w ith cur i os i t y an dam azem ent .'_Mr. 
Gur n ey' s money !_' Whatdid he m ea n?  It was  all double-D ut ch to
them .
Da vid, w i t h an eff ort, controlled himself ,  beingnow  a ma n an d a
house hol der. H e s t ood wi th his  back  a gai n s t the s ho p d oo r, his gaz e fix ed on  R eube n.

'No w, Uncle Reuben, I don 't understand  abito f  w hat yo u 've  b e ens a ying, and Louie  don't eit he r .Who's Mr.G urn ey ? and w hat's h is
mo n ey?'

U nconsciou sly the y ou ng m a n 'svoice took  a sharp , magiste r 
'Noa, noa,_Davy! Shut_that door, wiltha?'

David wondered,_and shut_it.

Then_Reuben gave_a_long sigh, and_put his hand_deep into his coat
pocket,_with the quavering,_uncertain_movement characteristic of
him.

'Davy, my lad, a've got summat to say to tha.'

And with many_hitches,_while the_others_watched_him in
astonishment, he pulled out_of his pocket a canvas_bag and_put it
down on an oak stool in front_of_him. Then he_undid the string of
it with his large awkward fingers,_and pushed the stool across to
David.

'Theer's_sixty pund theer,_Davy--sixty_pund!_Yo can keawnt it--it's
aw_reet. A've saved it for yo,_this four year--four year coom lasst
Michaelmas_Day. Hannah nor nobory knew owt abeawt_it. But it's
yourn--it's yor share, being_t' half o' Mr. Gurney's_money. Louie's
share--that_wor different; we had a_reet to that,_she bein_a growin
girl, and_doin nowt mich for her vittles._Fro the time_when yo
should ha had it--whether for_wages_or for 'prenticin--an_yo
_could__na_ha it,_because Hannah had_set_hersen agen_it,--a
saved_it for tha, owt o' t'_summer_cattle moastly, without tellin
nobory, so as not_to mak words.'

David, bewildered,_had_taken the bag into_his hand. Louie's eyes
were almost_out of her head with curiosity_and amazement._'_Mr.
Gurney's money!_'_What did he mean? It was all double-Dutch to
them.

David, with an_effort, controlled himself, being now a_man and a
householder. He_stood with_his_back against the_shop_door, his_gaze
fixed on Reuben.

'Now, Uncle Reuben, I don't_understand a_bit of what you've been
saying, and_Louie don't either. Who's_Mr._Gurney? and what's his
money?'

Unconsciously the young_man's voice took a sharp, magister