“Just offence! Mr. Levi. Now don't ye say so; why, how?”
“By your unskillfulness, my son.”
“It is all very well for you to say that, sir, but I can tell you women are kittle folk—manage them who can? I don't know what to do, I'm sure.”
“Stay at home and till the land,” replied Isaac, somewhat dryly. “I will go to Grassmere Farm.”
CHAPTER IX.
“You going to leave us, Mr. Eden, and going to live in a jail? Oh! Mr. Eden, I can't bear to think of it. You to be cooped up there among thieves and rogues, and perhaps murderers?”
“They have the more need of me.”
“And you, who love the air of heaven so; why, sir, I see you take off your very hat at times to enjoy it as you are walking along; you would be choked in a prison. Besides, sir, it is only little parsons that go there.”
“What are little parsons?”