"Why isn't everybody free, Mariot?"
"What wot I? They aren't."
"Is Beattie free too?"
"Ay."
"But we were made free. Is nobody free that isn't made?"
"Lots of folks."
"Then why isn't everybody?" repeated little Lawrence meditatively.
"Oh, give o'er, and reive not my head!" cried Mariot. "Loll, if thou goest about to ask questions that none can answer, I shall want thee dumb again I promise thee."
"Can't nobody answer them? Couldn't the parson?"
"The parson, in good sooth! The like of thee to ask questions at the parson! Shut thine eyes, and go to sleep: I'm as sleepy as a squirrel in winter."