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"
And
her
too
!
"
"
Likewise
knowed
yer
father
when
he
was
a
child
.
Why
,
my
boy
Jacob
there
and
your
father
were
sworn
brothers
—
that
they
were
sure
—
weren
’
t
ye
,
Jacob
?
"
"
Ay
,
sure
,
"
said
his
son
,
a
young
man
about
sixty
-
five
,
with
a
semi
-
bald
head
and
one
tooth
in
the
left
centre
of
his
upper
jaw
,
which
made
much
of
itself
by
standing
prominent
,
like
a
milestone
in
a
bank
.
"
But
’
twas
Joe
had
most
to
do
with
him
.
However
,
my
son
William
must
have
knowed
the
very
man
afore
us
—
didn
’
t
ye
,
Billy
,
afore
ye
left
Norcombe
?
"
"
No
,
’
twas
Andrew
,
"
said
Jacob
’
s
son
Billy
,
a
child
of
forty
,
or
thereabouts
,
who
manifested
the
peculiarity
of
possessing
a
cheerful
soul
in
a
gloomy
body
,
and
whose
whiskers
were
assuming
a
chinchilla
shade
here
and
there
.
"
I
can
mind
Andrew
,
"
said
Oak
,
"
as
being
a
man
in
the
place
when
I
was
quite
a
child
.
"
"
Ay
—
the
other
day
I
and
my
youngest
daughter
,
Liddy
,
were
over
at
my
grandson
’
s
christening
,
"
continued
Billy
.
"
We
were
talking
about
this
very
family
,
and
’
twas
only
last
Purification
Day
in
this
very
world
,
when
the
use
-
money
is
gied
away
to
the
second
-
best
poor
folk
,
you
know
,
shepherd
,
and
I
can
mind
the
day
because
they
all
had
to
traypse
up
to
the
vestry
—
yes
,
this
very
man
’
s
family
.
"
"
Come
,
shepherd
,
and
drink
.
’
Tis
gape
and
swaller
with
us
—
a
drap
of
sommit
,
but
not
of
much
account
,
"
said
the
maltster
,
removing
from
the
fire
his
eyes
,
which
were
vermilion
-
red
and
bleared
by
gazing
into
it
for
so
many
years
.
"
Take
up
the
God
-
forgive
-
me
,
Jacob
.
See
if
’
tis
warm
,
Jacob
.
"
Jacob
stooped
to
the
God
-
forgive
-
me
,
which
was
a
two
-
handled
tall
mug
standing
in
the
ashes
,
cracked
and
charred
with
heat
:
it
was
rather
furred
with
extraneous
matter
about
the
outside
,
especially
in
the
crevices
of
the
handles
,
the
innermost
curves
of
which
may
not
have
seen
daylight
for
several
years
by
reason
of
this
encrustation
thereon
—
formed
of
ashes
accidentally
wetted
with
cider
and
baked
hard
;
but
to
the
mind
of
any
sensible
drinker
the
cup
was
no
worse
for
that
,
being
incontestably
clean
on
the
inside
and
about
the
rim
.
It
may
be
observed
that
such
a
class
of
mug
is
called
a
God
-
forgive
-
me
in
Weatherbury
and
its
vicinity
for
uncertain
reasons
;
probably
because
its
size
makes
any
given
toper
feel
ashamed
of
himself
when
he
sees
its
bottom
in
drinking
it
empty
.
Jacob
,
on
receiving
the
order
to
see
if
the
liquor
was
warm
enough
,
placidly
dipped
his
forefinger
into
it
by
way
of
thermometer
,
and
having
pronounced
it
nearly
of
the
proper
degree
,
raised
the
cup
and
very
civilly
attempted
to
dust
some
of
the
ashes
from
the
bottom
with
the
skirt
of
his
smock
-
frock
,
because
Shepherd
Oak
was
a
stranger
.
