We found old Caleb, an infrequent smile on his face, leaning over the bars of his yard gate.
"Them that hasna their hay weel covered," he chuckled, "runs a chance o' gettin' it sprinkled a wee!"
"Then," said Mr. Ablethorpe, "you owe me something for the afternoon's work I gave you!"
"Yon!" cried the old man, ungratefully, "caa ye that half a day's wark? But I'm far frae denyin' that, sic as it was, it helped. Ow, ay, it was aye a help! And at ony rate the hay's under cover--some thack-and-r**e, and some in the new-fangled shed. But what's your wull? Ye are no seekin' wages, I'm thinkin'. Maybe ye want me to turn my coat and come doon to your bit tabernacle? Aweel, ye may want."
"Oh, no," said Mr. Ablethorpe, smiling. "I was just hoping that perhaps your good wife would brew us a cup of
