Mr. Thornton was half way down the street. Higgins sighed. But it was no use. To catch him in the street, was his only chance of seeing "the measter!" if he had rung the lodge bell or even gone up to the house to ask for him, he would have been referred to the overlooker. So he stood still again, vouchsafing no answer, but a short nod of recognition to the few men who knew and spoke to him, as the crowd drove out the millyard at dinner-time, and scowling with all his might at the Irish "knobsticks" who had just been imported. At last Mr. Thornton returned.
"What! you there still!"
"Ay, sir, I mun speak to yo'."

Mr. Thornton was half way down the street. Higgins sighed. It was no use. To catch him in the street was his only chance of seeing 'the measter;' if he had rung the lodge bell, he would have been referred to the overlooker. So he stood still again as the crowd drove out of the millyard at dinner-time, scowling at the imported Irish 'knobsticks'. At last Mr. Thornton returned.
'What! you there still!'
'Ay, sir. I mun speak to yo'.'
