"No, never, upon my word," said the head under the neckcloth, shaking very much--"that is, yes--what abominably cold weather, Miss"--and herewith he fell to poking the fire with all his might, although it was in the middle of June.

"No, never, upon my word," said the head under the neckcloth, shaking, "that is, yes - what abominably cold weather, Miss" - and he began poking the fire with all his might, although it was the middle of June.
