"So they say!"
"I never knew you'd got a fresh one."
"I haven't--yet. I've taken this one for a fortnight's trial, from Chawner.... How's she doing, Unchpin?" he called to the cart-shed.
Unchpin looked round and stared.
"Bit light," he growled and turned back to the chaff-cutter, which he seemed to be repairing.
"I thought so," said Edwin.
"But her's a good 'un," he added.
"But where's the old horse?" asked Hilda.
"With God," Edwin replied. "Dropped down dead last week."
"What of?"