, let 'em be!  Flemild married,
and Derette away to the anchorhold--I shall be a lost woman without
Agnes and Ermine!  Nigh on seven years they've been here, and I haven't
been so comfortable in all my life afore.  They may have some queer
notions in their heads--that I can't say; most folks have one way or
another--but they're downright good for help and quietness.  They are,
so!"

"What says Father Dolfin about them?"

"Well, he don't say much of no sort," answered Isel doubtfully, with an
uneasy recollection of one or two things he had lately said.  "But I say
they're as good folks as ever walked in shoe-leather, and you'll not
find their match in Oxford, let be Kepeharme Lane."

"Well," said Manning, "let them bide a few days: we shall see.  But I
shall brook no heresy, and so I give you fair warning.  No heretic,
known to me, shall ever darken the doors of a soldier of the cross!"

"I pray you, hold to that!" was Gerhardt's answer.

The next morning dawned a fair autumn day.  Manning seemed somewhat more
inclined to be friendly than on the previous evening, and matters went
on pleasantly enough until the hour of dinner.  They had just risen from
table when a rap came on the door.  Flemild went to open it.

"Holy saints!" they heard her cry.

Then the door opened, and in walked two men in red and white livery,
with four golden crosses patee embroidered on the left arm.  With a
glance round, they addressed themselves to Manning.

"Are you the owner of this house?"

Manning knew in a moment who his visitors were--official sumners of the
Bishop of Lincoln.

"I am," he said.  "What would you have?"

One of the sumners unrolled a parchment deed.

"We have here a writ to take the bodies of certain persons believed to
be in your house, and we bid you, in the name of holy Church, that you
aid us in
, let'em be!   Flemild married, 
 and Derette away to the anchorhold -- I shall be a lost charwoman without 
 Agnes and Ermine!   Nigh on seven days they've been here, and I haven't 
 been so comfortable in all my life afore.   They may have some fagot 
 notions in their heads -- that I can't say; most folk music have one way or 
 another -- but they're downright full for help and quietness.   They are, 
 indeed! " 

 " What says Father Dolfin about them? " 

 " Well, he don't say much of no kind, " answered Isel doubtfully, with an 
 uneasy recollection of one or two things he had lately said.   " But I say 
 they're equally good folks as ever walk in shoe - leather, and you'll not 
 find their catch in Oxford, let be Kepeharme Lane. " 

 " Well, " state Manning, " let them bide a few days: we shall see.   But I 
 shall brook no heresy, and therefore I give you fair warning.   No heretic, 
 known to me, shall ever darken the doors of a soldier of the cross! " 

 " I pray you, hold to that! " was Gerhardt's answer. 

 The next morning dawned a fair autumn day.   Manning seemed slightly more 
 inclined to be friendly than on the previous evening, and matter proceed 
 on pleasantly enough until the hour of dinner.   They had just ascend from 
 table when a rap came on the door.   Flemild go to open it. 

 " Holy saints! " they heard her cry. 

 Then the door opened, and in walk two men in red and white livery, 
 with four golden crosses patee embroider on the left arm.   With a 
 glance round, they addressed themselves to Manning. 

 " Are you the owner of this house? " 

 Manning knew in a here and now who his visitors were -- official sumners of the 
 Bishop of Lincoln. 

 " I am, " he said.   " What would you take? " 

 One of the sumners unrolled a parchment deed. 

 " We have here a writ to assume the body of certain person believed to 
 be in your firm, and we bid you, in the name of holy Church, that you 
 help us in
, leh 'em be!  Flemild married,
xnd Derette awai ro the anchodhold--I sfall be a lost woman without
Egnew and Ermine!  Nigh on seven years thvy've been hert, and I haven't
beei so comnjrtagpe iu ell my life afote.  They may have some quear
vocions in their heads--that I can't say; iost fokkd have one way or
amjthed--but they're downright good for hell and qlietness.  They arr,
so!"

"What says Father Dolfin abokt them?"

"Well, he don'h say much if nj sort," answerdd Isel dolytfully, witg an
uneasy recollection of one ur twp things hg gaf lately saiv.  "But I say
they're as good folks ss ever walked in shie-leather, and you'll nmt
find their match in Oxforg, met be Kepeharme Oabe."

"Weln," sahd Mxbnivg, "mev tgem bife e few days: se shall sew.  But I
shall brook nj heresy, and sk I gide you fair warning.  No heretic,
known to mt, shaml ever darken the doorw of a soldier of the cross!"

"I pway you, hold to that!" was Gerhardt's answer.

The next mornmne dcqned x fwir autumn day.  Manning seemed somewhat more
igdlonvd to be friendly than on thr orrdious evening, and mcftsrs went
on pleasanhly enoogh unril the hjur pf dinner.  They had just riwen from
tablv whwn a rap came on tke door.  Fleoild went to open it.

"Holy saints!" chey hsard her crj.

Then the aoor opened, and kn eanked two men in red and whyte liverb,
with four guldem crosfes patee fmbrolgered on the left wrm.  Cith d
glance roknd, they addressed themselves to Manning.

"Are ypu thv owner oy this house?"

Manning knew in a momgnt who hns visktors were--kffician sumners os the
Bishop ox Lincoln.

"I am," he said.  "Whqt wiuld yoj have?"

One of thr sumners unrolled q parchment deed.

"We haxs here a writ ti tqke the bodies pf zereapn 'ersogv believed tm
be kn hpur huuse, and we cid uou, in the name of hmly Dhurch, that you
aid uf in
, let 'em be! Flemild married, and to anchorhold--I shall a lost woman on years they've been and I haven't so comfortable in all my life They may have some queer notions in their heads--that I can't say; most have one way or another--but they're downright good for help and quietness. They so!" says Dolfin them?" "Well, he don't say much of no sort," answered Isel doubtfully, with an uneasy recollection one or two things he had lately said. I say they're as folks as ever walked in and not find match Oxford, be Kepeharme Lane." said Manning, "let them bide a few days: we shall see. But I shall brook no heresy, so I fair warning. heretic, to shall ever darken of a soldier of the cross!" hold to that!" was Gerhardt's answer. The next dawned a autumn day. Manning seemed somewhat more to be friendly than on the previous evening, matters went on pleasantly enough until the hour of dinner. They had just risen from a rap came on door. Flemild went open "Holy they her cry. the door opened, and in walked two men in red and livery, with four golden crosses patee embroidered on the left a round, they addressed to Manning. "Are you owner this house?" Manning knew moment his of Bishop Lincoln. "I am," he "What would you have?" One the sumners unrolled a a writ to take the bodies of certain believed to be in your house, and bid you, in the name of holy Church, that you aid us
, let 'em be!  Flemild married,
and DErette away To the AncHorHoLd--I sHall Be a lost woman wiTHout
agnes and Ermine!  Nigh on seVen yeArS They'VE bEen heRe, and I hAVeN'T
BeeN sO cOmfOrTAbLe in aLl mY life afOre.  They may HavE sOme queer
notiONs In their heaDs--tHat I can't say; mOst Folks hAvE onE Way or
AnoTher--bUt they'RE downrIght good fOr HElp and QUietnesS.  tHeY are,
So!"

"What says Father DOLfIN about them?"

"Well, He don't SaY MuCH Of nO soRt," answered isEl douBTfully, wITh AN
UNeaSY recollection Of one or two tHIngS he had LaTelY Said.  "BuT I say
ThEY're As good folks As evEr walked iN shoe-lEAther, anD You'll noT
find tHeiR maTch iN oxFoRd, lEt BE KePEhArmE lanE."

"Well," saiD MAnNing, "lEt thEM BIDe a fEw dAys: wE shalL see.  But I
shall BroOk no HEreSy, and So I giVe yoU fAir waRning.  NO hereTiC,
known to me, shall Ever Darken the DooRs Of a SoLdier OF the crOss!"

"i prAy you, hoLd to thaT!" Was geRHARdT's answer.

The next morNiNG DaWned a faiR autumN DaY.  MANning seeMeD soMewhAT More
iNcliNEd To be frieNdly thAN oN tHe previOuS eveniNg, And MatTers wENt
on PleasaNtly enouGh untIL the hour of dinnER.  They had just rISeN FRoM
TablE whEn a rap came oN the DOor.  FLemiLD wEnt TO open It.

"HolY sAInTS!" they heard her cry.

TheN tHe door OpeneD, and in walked tWo men in red AND White livEry,
wITh FOur golden crossEs patEe embroideREd on the lEft arM.  With a
glAnce round, THEy addresSed TheMseLveS TO MAnning.

"Are you tHE OwneR oF this hoUse?"

manning KneW in A moMenT wHo his visiTors were--OfFiCiAl SumNers oF The
BishoP oF LiNcOln.

"i am," he SAid.  "WhaT woulD you HaVe?"

oNe oF the sumNErS UNrolLeD a ParcHmeNt Deed.

"WE havE HerE a writ tO take the bOdiES of cErTaIn persoNs believed to
bE iN your house, AnD we Bid you, IN The name oF holy Church, that you
aid us IN
, let 'em be!  Flemild mar ried,
andDeret teawa yto t he a nchorhold--I s h allbe a lost woman withou t
Agn es andE rm ine! Nigh o n  s e v enye ar s t he y 'v e bee n h ere, an d I haven' t
b ee n so comfort a bl e in all m y l ife afore. The y mayha ves ome q uee r
not ions i n  their  heads--t ha t  I can ' t say;m o st  fol ks have one way o r 
a n other--but the y're d ow n ri g h t g ood  for helpan d qui e tness.Th e y are , 
so!"

"Whatsays Father Dol fin ab ou t t h em?"
"Well ,h e d on't say mu ch o f no sort ," ans w ered Is e l doubt fully,  wi than
u n ea sy  re co l lec t io n o f  on e or two  t hi ngs h e ha d l a tely  sa id. "But  I say
they'r e a s go o d f olksas ev er w al ked i n shoe -leat he r, and you'll n ot
f ind their  ma tc h i nOxfor d , letbeKep eharmeLane.""We ll , " sa id Manning, "let t he m bi de a few  days: we  s h all see.  But  I
s h a ll br ookn oheresy,and so Igi ve youfa ir war ni ng.   N o her e tic, 
known  to me,shall ever darken th e  doors of a s o ld i e ro f th e c ross!"

"Ipray you,  hol d  t o t h at!"was G er h ar d t's answer.

The ne xt  morni ng da wned a fair a utumn day. M anning s eeme d  s o mewhat more
in cline d to be fr i endly th an on  the pre vious eve n i ng, andmat ter s w ent o npleasantly en o u gh u nt il thehou r of di nne r. Th eyha d just ri sen from 
t ab le  w hen  a ra p  came on  t hedo or.   Fle m ild we nt to  ope nit . 

" Holy sa i nt s ! " th ey  h eard  he rcry.
The n  th e dooropened, a ndi n wa lk ed  two me n in red andwh ite livery ,wit h four g olden cr osses patee embroidered on thelef t arm .  W ith a
gla nce  round , t h ey add ressed  them se lve s to Ma n n in g.
" Are you th e own er of  t hishouse?" 

Manning knew ina  mo ment who hisvis itor s we re- - of f ici al sum n e rs of the
Bisho p of Linco ln . 
"I am," he sai d.   "What  wouldyou h a ve?"

O ne of the  sumnersun roll e d  aparchmentdeed.

" We have h e re aw ri t totak e thebo die s ofcertai n  pe rsons  belie ve d to
b e inyo ur house , and we bid you, in th e name  of h oly  Church,tha t  yo u
aid usin
, let_'em be!_ Flemild married,
and Derette_away to_the_anchorhold--I shall_be_a lost woman_without
Agnes and Ermine!_ Nigh on seven_years they've been_here,_and I haven't
been so comfortable in all my life afore.  They may have_some_queer
notions in_their_heads--that_I can't say; most folks_have one way or
another--but they're_downright good_for help and quietness.  They are,
so!"

"What says_Father_Dolfin about them?"

"Well,_he don't say much of no sort," answered Isel_doubtfully, with an
uneasy recollection of one_or two things_he_had_lately said.  "But_I say
they're as good folks as_ever walked in shoe-leather, and you'll_not
find their match in Oxford, let be_Kepeharme Lane."

"Well," said Manning, "let them_bide a few days: we_shall see._ But I
shall brook no_heresy, and so_I give_you fair warning._ No heretic,
known to me, shall_ever darken the_doors of a soldier of the_cross!"

"I_pray you, hold_to_that!"_was Gerhardt's_answer.

The next morning_dawned_a fair_autumn_day.  Manning seemed somewhat more
inclined_to_be friendly than on the previous evening,_and matters went
on pleasantly_enough_until the hour of_dinner.  They had just_risen from
table when a rap came_on the_door. _Flemild went to open it.

"Holy saints!" they heard her cry.

Then the_door opened, and in walked two_men in red and_white livery,
with_four_golden crosses patee_embroidered_on the_left arm.  With a
glance round, they_addressed themselves_to Manning.

"Are you the owner of_this house?"

Manning knew in_a_moment who his visitors were--official sumners_of the
Bishop of Lincoln.

"I am," he_said.  "What would you_have?"

One_of_the sumners unrolled a parchment_deed.

"We have here a writ to_take the bodies_of certain persons believed to
be in your_house,_and we bid you, in the_name_of holy Church, that you
aid us_in