"Who'd have thought to see you, Mr. Bullstone!" he exclaimed, grinning at Margery.
"Where's the governor?" asked Jacob.
"He'll be along direckly minute."
"Can you give us a cup of tea, Ned?"
"Ess I can, then; I'll make it."
"How's the rabbits?"
"No lack—just getting busy again; but us don't do much for a fortnight yet."
He lifted his voice and shouted.
"Here's Mr. Bullstone come up over, father."
Then an old, bent man appeared from the hillocks of the warren. He walked with a long stick and was bowed in the back and lame; but he revealed a cheerful countenance and proved an elderly edition of his son, though his red hair was nearly white and had dwindled to little patches above his ears. Upon his head not a hair remained.