to it. Perhaps it stands in the house, where I can find it?"
"No, I've put it away in the right-hand parlour; but let it be till I can fetch it an' show it you. I'd be glad now, if you'd go into the garden, and tell Hetty to send Totty in. The child 'ull run in if she's told, an' I know Hetty's lettin' her eat too many currans. I'll be much obliged to you, Mr Bede, if you'll go an' send her in; an' there's the York an' Lankester roses beautiful in the garden now—you'll like to see 'em. But you'd like a drink o' whey first, p'r'aps; I know you're fond o' whey, as most folks is when they hanna got to crush it out."
"Thank you, Mrs Poyser," said Adam; "a drink o' whey's allays a treat to me. I'd rather have it than beer any day."
"Ay, ay," said Mrs Poyser, reaching a small white basin that stood on the shelf, and dipping it into the whey-tub, "the smell o' bread's sweet t' everybody but the baker. The Miss Irwines allays say, 'Mrs Poyser, I envy you your dairy; and I envy you your chickens; and what a beautiful thing a farmhouse is, to be sure!' An' I say, 'Yis; a farmhouse is a fine thing for them as look on, an'
