"He don't look such a bad sort," he said reflectively.
"I don't mind him so much," said Cadger patronizingly, "when he mind 'is own business."
"Oh, indeed!" said the stranger with a twinkle. "Well, now, whatever is 'is business?"
"Well, I s'pose that's te preach in th' church, and give the money tue th' poor, and wisit th' sick."
"Yis. Well, go on; northin' more'n that?"
"Well yis," went on the man, never seeing that Hayes was "pulling his leg:" "he've got ter due th' christenin', and th' marryin', and th' buryin'."
"Well, that last ought ter give 'im plenty o' work in this hole," said Hayes rather brutally. "Well, go on. Anythin' more?"
"Well, he've got ter see after the schule, an' the clothin' club, an' the parish room, an' sech like things."
"And don't he take no trouble about the choir? Don't he have no Bible classes, nor confirmation classes, nor nothin'?"
"Oh yis, hev them," Cadger allowed.