“I saw you, then, and how that gray carried you! You were waving a handkerchief in your hand; what was that for?”
“It was to show Ambrose Bushe that the ground was good; he was afraid of being staked!”
“That's exactly what I am. I 'm afraid of being 'staked up' at the Hall, and if you 'd take as much trouble about your brother as you did for Ambrose Bushe—”
“Tom, Tom, I have taken it for eight weary months. I believe I know Bell on the bones, and Harrison on the arteries, by heart!”
“Who thanks you?” said he, doggedly. “When you read a thing twice, you never forget it; but it's not so with me.”
“Try what a little work will do, Tom; be assured there is not half as much disparity between people's brains as there is between their industry.”
“I'd rather have luck than either, I know that. It's the only thing, after all.”
She gave a very deep sigh, and leaned her head on her hand.