Arthur. Dead horses are of no use; are they, sir?
Mr. Mansfield. Their flesh is given to dogs; but the skin, when converted into leather, is used for making harness and some other things.
CHAPTER VIII.
A Visit to the Windmill.
“Do you know, my dear,” said Mrs. Mansfield to her husband, when they were sitting at tea, “the miller has forgotten to send home the flour he promised to let us have last week; and Sarah has just told me we have not enough in the house to bake to-morrow! So what must we do? Can you spare one of the men to go over and inquire about it?”
“I am afraid, my dear,” said Mr. Mansfield, “they are all busy at present; but when Ralph comes in he may go of the errand.”
“It has just occurred to me,” rejoined Mrs. Mansfield, “that if you are disposed for another walk this fine evening, you might go yourself and take the children with you; and it will be a nice treat to them, for I know they have never seen a mill.”
“Ah, do go, grandpapa; will you, grandpapa? it will be so very delightful!” said both the boys at the same instant.
“Well, bring me my hat then,” said their indulgent grandfather. “I did not intend to stir again to-night; but if it will give you pleasure, my dear boys——”