“There, take that off. How are the horses?”
“Pretty fresh, Master Tom; but they'd be the better of a bran mash, or somethin' cumfable. I've spoke to the missus about it, and 'tis ready to put on the fire.”
“That's right then. Let them have it as quick as you can.”
“Then I med fetch it and warm it up here, sir?” said Harry.
“To be sure; the sooner the better.”
Harry took off his glass, making a shy sort of duck with his head, accompanied by “your health, sir,” to each of his entertainers, and then disappeared into the back kitchen, returned with the mash, which he put on the fire, and went off to the stable again.
“What do you think of him?” said Tom.
“I like to see a fellow let his braces down when he goes to work,” said East.
“It's not every fellow who would be strapping away at those horses, instead of making himself at home in the back kitchen.”
“No, it isn't,” said East.