To every one of these assurances on his mother's part Andy made a bow and a scrape.
"Can he take care of horses?"
"The best of care, sir," said the mother; while the miller who was standing behind the squire, waiting for orders, made a grimace at Andy, who was obliged to cram his face into his hat to hide the laugh, which he could hardly smother from being heard, as well as seen.
"Let him come, then, and help in the stables, and we'll see what we can do."
"May the Lord——"
"That'll do—there, now go."
"Oh, sure, but I'll pray for you, and——"
"Will you go?"
"And may the angels make your honour's bed this blessed night, I pray."
"If you don't go, your son shan't come."