was coiled up in a corner sound asleep, and Crusoe was
sitting at one side of the fire looking on at things in
general.
"I wonder," remarked Mrs. Varley, as she spread the
table with a pure white napkin--"I wonder what the
sodgers are doin' wi' Joe Blunt."
As often happens when an individual is mentioned,
the worthy referred to opened the door at that moment
and stepped into the room.
"Good e'en t'ye, dame," said the stout hunter, doffing