“Yes, I dare say. A friend of mine down at Hull was in just such a thing as this, and a fellow sold him his chance for a shilling. But when the end of the year came he wished he hadn’t, for his chance told up to seven pounds ten.”
“Ah! a likely tale that.”
“It is a true one, any way.”
“I shall make my man go, because of Polly’s eyes,” said a woman. “Polly’s eyes are dreadful bad.”
“What is the matter with them? Is it inflammation?”
“No, its ulsters. The doctor says its her health fell in ’em, and she wants fresh air. That settles the matter for us. Fresh air she wants, and fresh air she shall have, now there is a chance.”
“The fresh air will make a man of Polly,” said a person, who was dressed in better clothes than most of the men.
“Does the gentleman mean,” asked a young woman, timidly, of the last speaker, “that we are all to go and live in the country?”
“Yes, that’s his idea. How would you like it?”
“I should love it. I go every summer for one half-day. Oh, it must be beautiful to be always there, and see the green grass and all the daisies and primroses.”