“It's th' cab,” said somebody from the door.

“Walk in,” shouted Tom Brangwen, and a red-faced grinning man entered.

“Now, you two, get yourselves ready an' off to blanket fair,” shouted Tom Brangwen.

“Strike a daisy, but if you're not off like a blink o' lightnin', you shanna go, you s'll sleep separate.”

Anna rose silently and went to change her dress. Will Brangwen would have gone out, but Tilly came with his hat and coat. The youth was helped on.

“Well, here's luck, my boy,” shouted his father.

“When th' fat's in th' fire, let it frizzle,” admonished his uncle Frank.