correctingly from behind her chair, to which point he had edged himself.
"Matthew Moon," murmured Bathsheba, turning her bright eyes to the book. " Ten and two-pence halfpenny is the sum put down to you, I see?"
"Yes, mis'ess," said Matthew, as the rustle of wind among dead leaves.
"Here it is, and ten shillings. Now the next—Andrew Candle, you are a new man, I hear. How came you to leave your last farm?"
"P-p-p-p-p-pl-pl-pl-pl-l-l-l-l-ease, ma'am, p-p-pp-pl-pl-pl-pl-please ma'am-please'm-please'm———"
"'A's a stammering man, mem," said Henery Fray in an undertone, "and they turned him away because the only time he ever did speak plain he said his soul was his own, and other iniquities, to the squire. 'A can cuss, mem, as well as you or I, but 'a can't speak a common speech to save his life."
"Andrew Candle, here's yours—finish thanking me in a day or two. Temperance Miller—oh, here's another, Soberness, both women, I suppose?"
"Yes'm. Here we be, 'a b'lieve," was echoed in shrill unison.
"What have you been doing?"
"Tending thrashing-machine, and wimbling haybonds, and saying 'Hoosh!' to the cocks and
