XVI. JOHN IS DRAINED AND CAST ASIDE

XXVII. HOME AGAIN AT LAST

XXVIII. JOHN HAS HOPE OF LORNA

XXIX. REAPING LEADS TO REVELLING

XXX. ANNIE GETS THE BEST OF IT

XXXI. JOHN FRY'S ERRAND

XXXII. FEEDING OF THE PIGS

XXXIII. AN EARLY MORNING CALLING

XXXIV. TWO NEGATIVES MAKE AN AFFIRMATIVE

XXXV. RUTH IS NOT LIKE LORNA

XXXVI. JOHN RETURNS TO BUSINESS

XXXVII. A VERY DESPERATE VENTURE

XXXVIII. A GOOD TURN FOR JEREMY

XXXIX. A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE

XL. TWO FOOLS TOGETHER

XLI. COLD COMFORT

XLII. THE GREAT WINTER

XLIII. NOT TOO SOON

XLIV. BROUGHT HOME AT LAST

XLV. A CHANGE LONG NEEDED

XLVI. SQUIRE FAGGUS MAKES SOME LUCKY HITS

XLVII. JEREMY IN DANGER

XLVIII. EVERY MAN MUST DEFEND HIMSELF

XLIX. MAIDEN SENTINELS ARE BEST

L. A MERRY MEETING A SAD ONE

LI. A VISIT FROM THE COUNSELLOR

LII. THE WAY TO MAKE THE CREAM RISE

LIII. JEREMY FINDS OUT SOMETHING

LIV. MUTUAL DISCOMFITURE

LV. GETTING INTO CHANCERY

LVI. JOHN BECOMES TOO POPULAR

LVII. LORNA KNOWS HER NURSE

LVIII. MASTER HUCKABACK'S SECRET

LIX. LORNA GONE AWAY

LX. ANNIE LUCKIER THAN JOHN

LXI. THEREFORE HE SEEKS COMFORT

LXII. THE KING MUST NOT BE PRAYED FOR

LXIII. JOHN IS WORSTED BY THE WOMEN

LXIV. SLAUGHTER IN THE MARSHES

LXV. FALLING AMONG LAMBS

LXVI. SUITABLE DEVOTION

LXVII. LORNA STILL IS LORNA

LXVIII. JOHN IS JOHN NO LONGER

LXIX. NOT TO BE PUT UP WITH

LXX. COMPELLED TO VOLUNTEER

LXXI. A LONG ACCOUNT SETTLED

LXXII. THE COUNSELLOR AND THE CARVER

LXXIII. HOW TO GET OUT OF CHANCERY

LXXIV. DRIVEN BEYOND ENDURANCE

LXXV. LIFE AND LORNA COME AGAIN

CHAPTER I

ELEMENTS OF EDUCATION

If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I, John Ridd, of the
parish of Oare, in the county of Somerset, yeoman and churchwarden, have
seen and had a share in some doings of this neighborhood, which I will
try to set down in order, God sparing my life and memory. And they who
light upon this book should bear in mind not only that I write for the
clearing of our parish from ill fame and calumny, but also a thing which
will, I trow, appear too often in it, to wit--that I am nothing more
than a plain unlettered man, not read in foreign languages, as a
gentleman might be, nor gifted with long words (even in mine own
tongue), sav