FORE:"Yes, my lord," replied the yeoman, with a humble reverence."What, my old friend! what do you do here?" said the galleyman aloud, but evidently speaking to himself.
FORE:"Your mother, my precious innocents. But look here, you shall ask me to supperit'll only be doing the decent thing by meand you shall tell me about them all at Odiamas used to be at Odiam, rather, for I reckon there's nobody but yourselves there now."
FORE:"Perhaps a friend might help you."
THREE:"I did, my lord," returned the monk firmly.
THREE:But Reuben did not want her to work. She was rather surprised at this at first, for she had expected that she would go on helping Mrs. Backfield as she had done before her marriage. Reuben, however, was quite firmhis wife was not to redden her skin by stooping over fires, or coarsen her hands by dabbling them in soapsuds. An occasional visit to the dairy or some half-playful help on bread-baking days was all he would allow.
