'
'A-ha! there's more on't. She's a sweet un. Isn't she?' he replied
sardonically.
'You did not like it last Easter, when Winny broke it with a kick.'
''Twas a kick o' a horse,' he growled with a glance at me.
''Twas no such thing--'twas Winny did it--and he laid on his back for a
week while carpenter made him a new one.' And Milly laughed hilariously.
'I'll fool no more wi' ye, losing my time; I won't; but mind ye, I'll speak
wi' Silas.' And going away he put his hand to his crumpled wide-awake, and
said to me with a surly difference--
'Good evening, Miss Ruthyn--good evening, ma'am--and ye'll please remember,
I did not mean nout to vex thee.'
And so he swaggered away, jerking and waddling over the sward, and was soon
lost in the wood.
'It's well he's a little bit frightened--I never saw him so angry, I think;
he is awful mad.'
'Perhaps he really is not aware how very rude he is,' I suggested.
'I hate him. We were twice as pleasant with poor Tom Driver--he never
meddled with any one, and was always in liquor; Old Gin was the name he
went by. But this brute--I do hate him--he comes from Wigan, I think, and
he's always spoiling sport--and he whops Meg--that's Beauty, you know, and
I don't think she'd be half as bad only for him.
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