"Gooid Lord!" he muttered, sitting down, and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. "If there's to be fresh ortherings-just when I getten used to two maisters, if I mun hev' a _mistress_ set o'er my heead, it's like time to be flitting. I niver _did_ think to see t' day that I mud lave th' owld place-but I doubt it's nigh at hand!"

'Good Lord!' he muttered, sitting down. 'If I must have a mistress set o'er my head, it's time to be flitting!'
