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himself adopting the Yorkshire phraseology, half in fun, 

 half in irritation, to meet his henchman's compre- 

 hension. 



" T' sun'll be oop iv half an hoor, and t'morn frames 

 vary badly." 



" What is it wet ? are we going to have a- rainy day ?" 



" !N"ay ! it's not that weet ; nor it beant going to ra-ain, 

 ay reckon. But it blaws raight doon, and t' sky's as 

 red as blude amaist i' t' east. It'll t tak' walking the day, 

 and shilling too, if think'st to mak j a bag." 



"Easterly wind, Tim?" 



" Norwest," answered the varlet. " !N"oo, then, t' 

 razors is ready and t' hot wather ; and t' breakfast, 

 sooch as 't is, it'll ready i' faive minutes. T' other gen- 

 tleman, he's been doon i' t' kitchen, boiling t' eggs hard 

 mair nor a quarter of an hoor." 



" Hurrah ! then, away with you ; and tell him I'll be 

 with him before they are hard." 



Nor was the boast an empty one, or unfulfilled, for 

 scarcely ten minutes had elapsed, before the rickety 

 staircase clattered beneath the ponderous hob-nailed 

 half-boots of the sportsman, and while his companion 

 was still superintending the preparation of the eggs 

 which were to furnish their luncheon, Harry entered 

 the breakfast room in full fig, corduroy breeches, leather 

 leggins, broad-skirted, many-pocketed shooting coat, 

 and wide-leaved felt hat. 



" The top of the morning to you, Charley ;" said he, 



