reception of jokes without minding them at all. The young man then wished them good-night and withdrew.
Henery Fray was the first to follow. Then Gabriel arose and went off with Jan Coggan, who had offered him a lodging. A few minutes later, when the remaining ones were on their legs and about to depart, Fray came back again in a hurry. Flourishing his finger ominously he threw a gaze teeming with tidings just where his glance alighted by accident, which happened to be in Joseph Poorgrass's eye.
"Oh—what's the matter, what's the matter, Henery?" said Joseph, starting back.
"What's a-brewing, Henery?" asked Jacob and Mark Clark.
"Baily Pennyways—Baily Pennyways—I said so; yes, I said so."
"What, found out stealing anything?"
"Stealing it is. The news is, that after Miss Everdene got home she went out again to see all was safe, as she usually do, and coming in found Baily Pennyways creeping down the granary steps with half a bushel of barley. She flewed at him like a cat—never such a tom-boy as she is—of course I speak with closed doors?"
"You do—you do, Henery."
"She flewed at him, and, to cut a long story
