asked for it, because good words is scarce, and bad words is plentiful."
He was in a mood to take a surly pleasure in giving answers that were like riddles. But Margaret saw that he would like to be asked for the explanation.
"And good words are—?"
"Asking for work. I reckon them's almost the best words that men can say. 'Gi' me work' means 'and I'll do it like a man.' Them's good words."
"And bad words are refusing you work when you ask for it."
"Ay. Bad words is saying 'Aha, my fine chap! Yo've been true to yo'r order, and I'll be true to mine. Yo' did the best yo' could for them as wanted help; that's yo're way of being true to yo'r kind; and I'll be true to mine. Yo've been a poor fool, as knowed no better nor be a true faithful fool. So go and be d—d to yo'. There's no work for yo' here.' Them's bad words. I'm not a fool; and if I was, folk ought to ha' taught me how to be wise after their fashion. I could mappen ha' learnt, if any one had tried to teach me."
"Would it not be worth while," said Mr. Hale, "to ask your old master if he would take you back again? It might be a poor chance, but it would be a chance."
He looked up again, with a sharp glance at the questioner; and then tittered a low and bitter laugh.
"Measter! if it's no offence, I'll ask yo' a question or two in my turn."
"You're quite welcome," said Mr. Hale.
"I reckon yo'n some way of earning your bread.
