h warn't a bit true,
and he went awaa, and was persuaded to marry somebody else. Miss Mary
took on bad about it, but that warn't the wust of it. She had a baby
before long, and he was the father on't.

O lawk, a lawk! how the Owd Master did break out when he hear'd of it! My
mother lived close by, and nussed poor Miss Mary, so I've h'ard all about
it. He woun't let the child stop in the house, but sent it awaa to a
house three miles off, where the woman had lost her child. But when Miss
Mary got about, the woman used to bring the baby--he was "Master
Charley"--to my mother's. One daa, when she went down, my mother towd
her that he warn't well; so off she went to see him. When she got home
she was late, and the owd man was kep' waitin' for his dinner. As soon
as he see her, he roared out, "What! hev yeou bin to see yar bastard?" "O
father," says she, "yeou shoun't saa so." "Shoun't saa so," said he,
"shoun't I? I can saa wuss than that." And then he called her a bad
name. She got up, nivver said a wadd, but walked straight out of the
front door. They din't take much notiz at fust, but when she din't come
back, they got scared, and looked for her all about; and at last they
found her in the moot, at the bottom of the orchard.

O lawk, a lawk!

The Owd Master nivver could howd up arter that. 'Fore that, if he was
put out, yeou could hear 'im all over the farm, a-cussin' and swearin'.
He werry seldom spook to anybody now, but he was alluz about arly and
late; nothin' seemed to tire him. 'Fore that he nivver went to charch;
now he went reg'ler. But he wud saa sumtimes, comin' out, "Parson's a
fule." But if anybody was ill, he bod 'em go up to the Hall and ax for
suffen. {62} There was young Farmer Whoo's wife was werry bad, and the
doctor saa that what she wanted was London poort. So he sent my father
to the marchant at Ipswich, to bring back four dozen. Arter dark he was
to lave it at the house, but not to knock. They nivver knew where ta
come from till arter he died. But he fare to get waker, and to stupe
more ivry year.

Yeou ax me about "Master Charley." Well, he growed up such a pretty bor.
He lived along with my mother for the most part, and Mr James was so fond
of him. He'd come down, and plaa and talk to him the hour togither, and
Master Charley would foller 'im about like a little dawg.

One daa they was togither, and Owd Master met 'em. "James," said he,
"what bor is that alluz foller