"'I wer sure he'd sarve ye out! He's a grand lad! He's getten t' raight sperrit in him! _He_ knaws-ay, he knaws, as weel as I do, who sud be t' maister yonder-Ech, ech, ech! He made ye skift properly! Ech, ech, ech!'
"'Where must we go?' I asked of my cousin, disregarding the old wretch's mockery.

'"He's a grand lad! He's getten t' right spirit in him! He knows who should be t' master! He made ye shift!"
'"Where must we go?" I asked my cousin, ignoring the old wretch.
