nt to the junior."

'"Who had the cheeses?" inquired Mr. Bumpkin.

"Cheeses!" said the good man. "Oh, yes, the cheeses; they went in
refreshers."

"And the poor old donkey?" asked Mrs. Bumpkin.

"Ah, where be Jock?" said Mr. Bumpkin.

"Went for the opinion," answered the lawyer.

"Where be thic bull o' mine?" said Tom. "He wur the finest bull in all
thic county, woren't he, Nancy?"

"Ay," answered Mrs. Bumpkin, "and ur follered I about, Tom, jist like a
Christian."

"So ur did, Nancy. Dost thee mind, when ur got through thic gap into
Squire Stucky's meadow, 'mong the cows?"

"Ay, Tom; and thee went and whistled un; but ur wouldn't come for thy
whistlin; and Joe, poor Joe! went and got a great stick."

"There I mind un," said Bumpkin; "what coomed of un, Master Prigg?"

"Quite so," said Mr. Prigg; "quite so; let me see." And again the gold
pencil-case was pressed against his respectable forehead in placid
cogitation. "Yes, that bull argued the appeal."

"Hem!" said Mr. Bumpkin; "argied appeal, did ur? Well, I tell ee what,
Master Prigg, if that air bull 'ad knowed what I knows now, he'd a gi'en
them jusseses a bit o' his mind, and thee too."

"Dear me," said Mr. Prigg; "you entirely mis-apprehend--"

"Well, lookee 'ere," said Tom, "it beant no use to mince matters wi' ee.
What I wants to know is as this; I winned my case--"

"Quite so," said Prigg.

"And 'ow be it then that all my sheep and things be took off the farm?"

"Dear me!" said Mr. Prigg, in the tone of an injured man; "I think, of
all men, clients are the most ungrateful. I have worked night and day to
serve you; I have sacrificed my pleasures, which I do not reckon--my home
comforts--"

"But who be thic feller that steals my corn an' hay, and pigs?"

"Really, Mr. Bumpkin, this is language which I did not expect from you."

"But 'ow comes my farm stripped, Maister Prigg? tell I thic."

"I suppose you have given a bill of sale, Mr. Bumpkin. You are aware
that a lawsuit cannot be carried on without means, and you should have
calculated the cost before going to war. I think there is Scripture
authority for that."

"Then have this Skinalive feller the right to take un?"

"I presume so," said Prigg; "I know he's a most respectable man."

"A friend o' thine, I s'poase?"

"Well," said Prigg, hesitating, "I may even go so far as to say that."

"Then I be gwine so fur as to say thee be a damned rogue!" said Mr.
Bumpkin, rising, a