ly able to sustain his weight; the rusty skin, which had once
been of so glossy a sable, was scratched and torn in many places.

"He must have found his way out through the hedge. Well, to think of
his coming here, Missis!"

"He knowed he come to the right place," said Mrs. Bold, with flashing
eyes. "Turn that there new horse out o' the stall and put Blackbird
back, and give en a feed o' earn, and shake down a bit o' fresh straw.
'Tis what ye couldn't put up wi', could ye, Blackbird?" she continued,
addressing the horse, "to find a stranger in your place! Ye come to
tell I all about it, didn't ye?"

When the farmer came down half-an-hour later, his wife emerged from
the shed in the neighbourhood of the pig-styes, where she had been
ministering to the wants of two motherless little pigs. One small
porker, indeed, was still tucked away under her arm as she advanced to
meet her husband, and she was brandishing the teapot, from which she
had been feeding it, in her disengaged hand.

"Joseph," she said, planting herself opposite to him, and speaking
with alarming solemnity, "we've a-been wed now farty year come Lady
Day. Have I bin a good wife to 'ee, or have I not?"

"Why, in course," Joseph was beginning, when he suddenly broke off.
"What's the new colt standing in the cart-shed for?"

"Never you mind the new colt--attend to I! Have I been a good wife to
'ee, or have I not?"

"In course ye have--no man need ax for a better. But why--"

"Haven't I worked early and late, and toiled and moiled, and never
took a bit o' pleasure, and never axed 'ee to lay out no money for I?
Bain't I a-bringin' up these 'ere pigs by hand for 'ee, Joseph Bold?
And a deal of worry they be. 'Twasn't in the marriage contract, I
think, as I should bottle-feed sucking-pigs--was it now, Joseph? I d'
'low parson never thought o' axin' me if I were willin' to do that,
but I've a-done it for your sake."

"Well, but what be ye a-drivin' at?" interrupted the farmer, with a
kind of aggrieved bellow, for his wife's sorrowfully-reproachful tone
cut him to the quick. "What's it all about? What be a-complainin' of?
What d'ye want, woman? What d'ye want?"

"I want a pet," returned Mrs. Bold vehemently. "Here I've been
a-livin' wi' ye all these years, and ye've never let me keep so much
as a canary bird. There's the Willises have gold-fish down to their
place, and they be but cottagers; and Mrs. Fripp have got a parrot. A
real beauty he be, what can s