FORE:But the disciple of Anne Bardon could aspire to be master among other men. Richard began to startle and amuse his family by strange new ways. He took to washing his neck every morning, and neatly combed his hair. He cut up an old shirt into pocket-handkerchiefs. He began to model his speech on Miss Bardon'sclipping it, and purging it ridiculously. Reuben would roar with laughter.
FORE:"I'm only not pretending as much as you are. Why shud you pretend? Pretending 'ull give you naun sweet to remember when I'm gone."Fate still allowed him to run ahead.
FORE:"No, he's quite the young gorilla. Now I must be off, Tilly. I'll write to you.""Were you reared on this barony, Margaret?" resumed the baron.
THREE:"Harry! Harry!" she cried, and came to herself in the little sun-smouldering room, while outside Reuben stormed at his boys to "sack their chaff," and the machine purred and sang"Urrr-umUrrr-um."
THREE:"Wages!wot are you wanting wages fur, young r?ascal? You're working to save money, not to earn it. You wait till all yon Moor is mine, and Odiam's the biggest farm in Sussex, before you ask fur wages."
