"And how much do you think they ought to give?" asked Dolly.
"Why my master he says as how we ought not to take less nor five pound for the furniture, and two pound for the cropped garden and fowl-house, and sty and woodshed, all of which he builded with his own hands; but there's a sight of counting in that money, and people like us have all their beds and chairs and tables, and I wish he'd take the dealer's offer and be done with it, for I am longing to see my boy once more."
Dolly turned her face aside, and looked at the fire.
"What is the rent of this place?" she inquired.
"Four pound eleven a year, ma'am; and though that do sound high, still it is a cheap place at the money, for there's a fine big garden and that orchard you see, and it needn't stand empty an hour if only my master would give in about the furniture."
"How many rooms have you?" Dolly asked.
"We have as good as four upstair; but two of them are open like on the stairs. We use them for storing things, and there is this house; we call the front room 'the house' in these parts, ma'am, and the back place, and another back place where the stairs lead out, and—"
"Might I see it?" Dolly entreated, "I should like to see it so much."
"You'll excuse the place being in a bit of a muddle?" answered the other, as she led the way about her small territory.