'I do not think I would, Joyce.'
'Then he ought to hev been with us out to the Giant's Table, not here.'
'You profess great readiness to do anything for him, Joyce. He was speaking to me about you yesterday, and wishing I could teach you something.'
'I don't want no teaching of nort,' said Joyce, sullenly.
'But would you not like to learn to knit?'
'No,' answered Joyce, 'I don't want to larn nort. What do'y knit with them long sticking pins?'
'Stockings, Joyce.'
'Vaither don't wear none; I don't, neither. Them's no good to us.'
Then the upper casement opened and Herring leaned out.
'What, Joyce!' he called; 'is Miss Cicely teaching you to knit? That is right. You are going to knit my stockings for me in future. I promise you I will wear none but those of your knitting.'