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‘
it
cert
’
nly
seems
a
queer
start
to
send
out
pocket
–
‘
ankerchers
to
people
as
don
’
t
know
the
use
on
’
em
,
’
observed
Sam
.
‘
They
’
re
alvays
a
-
doin
’
some
gammon
of
that
sort
,
Sammy
,
’
replied
his
father
.
‘
T
’
other
Sunday
I
wos
walkin
’
up
the
road
,
wen
who
should
I
see
,
a
-
standin
’
at
a
chapel
door
,
with
a
blue
soup
-
plate
in
her
hand
,
but
your
mother
-
in
-
law
!
I
werily
believe
there
was
change
for
a
couple
o
’
suv
’
rins
in
it
,
then
,
Sammy
,
all
in
ha
’
pence
;
and
as
the
people
come
out
,
they
rattled
the
pennies
in
it
,
till
you
’
d
ha
’
thought
that
no
mortal
plate
as
ever
was
baked
,
could
ha
’
stood
the
wear
and
tear
.
What
d
’
ye
think
it
was
all
for
?
’
‘
For
another
tea
-
drinkin
’
,
perhaps
,
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Not
a
bit
on
it
,
’
replied
the
father
;
‘
for
the
shepherd
’
s
water
-
rate
,
Sammy
.
’
‘
The
shepherd
’
s
water
-
rate
!
’
said
Sam
.
‘
Ay
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
there
was
three
quarters
owin
’
,
and
the
shepherd
hadn
’
t
paid
a
farden
,
not
he
—
perhaps
it
might
be
on
account
that
the
water
warn
’
t
o
’
much
use
to
him
,
for
it
’
s
wery
little
o
’
that
tap
he
drinks
,
Sammy
,
wery
;
he
knows
a
trick
worth
a
good
half
-
dozen
of
that
,
he
does
.
Hows
’
ever
,
it
warn
’
t
paid
,
and
so
they
cuts
the
water
off
.
Down
goes
the
shepherd
to
chapel
,
gives
out
as
he
’
s
a
persecuted
saint
,
and
says
he
hopes
the
heart
of
the
turncock
as
cut
the
water
off
,
‘
ll
be
softened
,
and
turned
in
the
right
vay
,
but
he
rayther
thinks
he
’
s
booked
for
somethin
’
uncomfortable
.
Upon
this
,
the
women
calls
a
meetin
’
,
sings
a
hymn
,
wotes
your
mother
-
in
-
law
into
the
chair
,
wolunteers
a
collection
next
Sunday
,
and
hands
it
all
over
to
the
shepherd
.
And
if
he
ain
’
t
got
enough
out
on
’
em
,
Sammy
,
to
make
him
free
of
the
water
company
for
life
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
in
conclusion
,
‘
I
’
m
one
Dutchman
,
and
you
’
re
another
,
and
that
’
s
all
about
it
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
smoked
for
some
minutes
in
silence
,
and
then
resumed
—
‘
The
worst
o
’
these
here
shepherds
is
,
my
boy
,
that
they
reg
’
larly
turns
the
heads
of
all
the
young
ladies
,
about
here
.
Lord
bless
their
little
hearts
,
they
thinks
it
’
s
all
right
,
and
don
’
t
know
no
better
;
but
they
’
re
the
wictims
o
’
gammon
,
Samivel
,
they
’
re
the
wictims
o
’
gammon
.
’
‘
I
s
’
pose
they
are
,
’
said
Sam
.
