the very finest stream of vapour that a man's lips could form. 'A regular tightener, that one, sonnies!' He wiped his forehead, and went to the cider-mug on the table.
'Well!' said Mrs. Penny, flopping into a chair, 'my heart haven't been in a such a thumping state of uproar since I used to sit up on old Midsummer-eves to see who my husband was going to be.'
'And that's getting on for a good few years ago now, from what I've heard you tell,' said the tranter without lifting his eyes from the cup he was filling. Being now engaged in the business of handing round refreshments, he was warranted in keeping his coat off still, though the other heavy men had resumed theirs.
'And a thing I never expected would come to pass, if you'll believe me, cam to pass then,' continued Mrs. Penny. 'Ah, the first spirit ever I see on a Midsummer-
