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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, amd, t’morn frames 
vary badly.” 
“ What—is it wet ? are we going to have arainy day ?” 
“Nay! it’s not that weet; nor it beant going to ra-ain, 
ay reckon. But it blaws raight doon, and ¢ sky’s as 
red as blude amaist i’ ? east. It'll tak’ walking the day, 
and shuting too, if think’st to mak’ a bag.” 
“ Wasterly wind, Tim?” 
“Norwest,” answered the varlet. “Noo, then, t’ 
razors is ready and t? hot wather; and t’ breakfast, 
sooch as ’tis, itll 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, 
