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He slept on a truckle-bed in the round-house, which, though of average size, would not permit him to stretch his legs too recklessly without exposing his feet to the cold. For "Gearge" was six feet one and three-quarters in his stockings. He had a face in some respects like a big baby's.
But give it to I now. We'll look at it another time, Abel." "I be very sorry, Gearge," said Abel, who had a consciousness that the miller's man was ill-pleased in spite of his civility. "It be so long since I was at school, and it be such a queer word. Do 'ee think she can have spelt un wrong, Gearge?" "'Tis likely she have," said George, regaining his composure. "Abel! Abel!
Abel!" cried the mother from the dwelling-room. "Come to bed, child!" "Good-night, Gearge. I'm main sorry to be so stupid, Gearge," said Abel, and off he ran. Mrs. Lake was walking up and down, rocking the little Jan in her arms, who was wailing fretfully. "I be puzzled to know what ails un," said Mrs. Lake, in answer to Abel's questions. "He be quite in a way tonight. But get thee to bed, Abel."
And this was perhaps decisive against the Dame's statement. "And I don't believe un neither. I think it bothered she. I believe 'tis a genteel word for a man as catches oonts. They call oonts MOLES in some parts, so p'r'aps they calls a man as catches moles a molar, as they calls a man as drives a mill a miller." "'Tis likely too, Gearge," said Abel. "Well! Molly we knows.
"Haw, haw, haw!" roared the other members of the company, as they slowly realized Master Chuter's irony at the expense of the "voolish" Gearge. George took their rough banter in excellent part. He sipped his beer, and grinned like a cat at his own expense. But after the guffaws had subsided, he said, "Thee's not told un about that five pound yet, Master Chuter."
Master Lake had had a second hand in to help on that stormy night when Jan made his first appearance at the mill; but as a rule he only kept one man, whom he hired for a year at a time, at the mop or hiring fair held yearly in the next town. George, or Gearge as he was commonly called, had been more than two years in the windmill, and was looked upon in all respects as "one of the family."
He stamped one of his little feet spitefully on the ground, and, with a pretty close imitation of George's dialect, said bitterly, "Gearge bean't such a vool as a looks!" adding, after a pause, "I'd do a deal to pay HIM off!" As he turned into the house, he said thoughtfully, "Sal's precious sharp; she allus was. And a fine woman, too, is Sal!"
And moment, and moping, and moral." "What's moral?" inquired George. "'Tis what they put at the end of Vables, Gearge. There's Vables at the end of the spelling-book, and I've read un all. There's the Wolf and the Lamb, and" "I knows now," said George. "'Tis like the last verse of that song about the Harnet and the Bittle. Go on, Abel." "Mortal. That's swearing. Moses.
He steadily refused to "make Gearge" upon his slate in any capacity whatever. Perhaps it was in this habit of constantly gazing at all things about him, in order to commit them to his slate, which gave a strange, dreamy expression to Jan's dark eyes.
That's in the Bible, Gearge. Motive. I thought I'd try un just once more. 'What's a motive, Dame? says I. 'I've got un here, says she, quite quiet-like. But I seed her feeling under 's chair, and I know'd 'twas for the strap, and I ran straight off, spelling-book and all, Gearge." "So thee've been playing moocher, eh?" said George, with an unpleasant twinkle in his eyes.
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