PEACE THREW HIS ARMS AROUND NELL’S NECK, AND IMPRINTED A KISS ON HER RUBY LIPS.
“He’s a carpenter and cabinet-maker, and has a big workshop just at the end of Dennet’s-lane. I dare say he’ll be but too glad to let ’ee have part of his shop?”
“Do you think so?”
“Of course I do; nay more I’m pretty nigh sure o’ it, and ye’ll find him a nice young fellow in the bargain. He’ll do anything he can to oblige a fellow-tradesman, I’m sartin sure o’ that. Shall I speak to him?”
“I wish you would; but I’m giving you a great deal of trouble about one thing and another.”
“Dall it, what’s the use of a man being in the world if he can’t mek hisself useful to a fellow creature? Besides, we all on us want to make it worth your while to stop as long as possible.”
“You are very good, I’m sure. Just speak to this young carpenter and see what he says about it.”
“Right you are. It shall be done this very morning.”
Peace shouldered his pack and went round to his customers.