"Thou know'st nought about it, that's all," said he, contemptuously. "I'm not one wi' two faces--one for my measter, and t'other for his back. I counted a' th' clocks in the town striking afore I'd leave my work. No! yon Thornton's good enough for to fight wi', but too good for to be cheated. It were you as getten me the place, and I thank yo' for it. Thornton's is not a bad mill, as times go. Stand down, lad, and say yo'r pretty hymn to Miss Marget. That's right; steady on thy legs, and right arm out as straight as a skewer. One to stop, two to stay, three mak' ready, and four away!"

'Thou know'st nought about it,' said he contemptuously. 'I'm not one wi' two faces - one for my measter, and t'other for his back. No! yon Thornton's good enough to fight wi', but too good to be cheated. It were you as getten me the place, and I thank yo' for it. Thornton's is not a bad mill. Stand down, lad, and say your pretty hymn to Miss Margaret. Steady on thy legs, and right arm out. One to stop, two to stay, three mak' ready, and four away!'
