"Well, lads will fight and sometimes it does them good," said the squire, who loved the old British game of boxing, and felt like supporting Glaze, who was a favourite of his.
"A bad thing, stirring up the worst passions," replied the parson.
"I doan't knaw about that," sturdily replied Glaze, encouraged by the squire's words. "This was a thing that 'ad to come off, and seeing as 'ow the little one 'as given the big un a much needed dressing down,—I think it proper, sir," and Glaze touched his cap.
"Another case of the valiant Cornishman and the giant Cormoran, eh, Glaze?" said the squire, laughingly.
"Aye, sir, 'tez so," said Glaze, as they passed on.
CHAPTER XII
CHRISTMAS AND CHRISTMAS PLAY
"Come, bring with a noise,
My merrie, merrie boys,
The Christmas block to the firing;
While my good dame, she,
Bids ye all be free,
And drink to your heart's desiring."
—Herrick.