“We'll make th' vicar a present of it,” he said. “It'll do for me goin' to church.”

“It 'ud look better of you if you went to church and took th' money for your butter,” said Tilly, persistent in her claim to him.

“You'd have to put in, shouldn't you?” he said.

“How much, please?” said the Polish woman to Tilly. Brangwen stood by and let be.

“Then, thank you very much,” she said.

“Bring your little girl down sometime to look at th' fowls and horses,” he said, — ”if she'd like it.”

“Yes, she would like it,” said the stranger.