"Haste  thee,  wench  !"  said  every  Jack  to  his  Gill,  accom-
panying  the  hint  with  a  dig  in  his  lady's  ribs  ;  "  Thic'  be  the
vun  o'  the  vair,  I  tell  'ee  !  Do  'ee  lose  never  a  morsel.  Gie
I  a  buss,  that's  a  good  wench,  and  I'll  warrant  I'll  vind  thee
.a  fairing!"  After  which  elegant  address,  and  a  struggle  for
the  salute  thus  purchased  in  advance,  the  rustic  pair  elbowed
their  way  into  the  circle  round  the  cart  in  a  high  state  of
glee  and  delight.
