Sis had worked her head in by this. She was fair, with nondescript hair and eyes, and she was "chawrin'".
"Wer's ther cock 'orse, Jinny?" she asked, for the chair was not rocking.
"Ridey it an' let 'er see it; an' undo this," commanded Jinny.
"Come round to the front," said the minister mildly, and pointing to the opening opposite the door.
They came in and walked up to him, with hoods hanging by the strings down their backs.
"Have you come alone?"
"The ether uns er comin'. Me an' Sis giv' 'em ther slip; we didn' wanter 'ump ther dash kid."
"How far have you walked?"
"Yer parst our place yesserday mornin'. Didn' yer see me an' ther billy? Gosh, we nigh bust oursels at ther way yer legs stuck out. Fust I thort yer wus ole Keogh. Yer rides jes' like er Chinymun." The dark one did all the talking.
"Our Sis wants er ride in this," she continued. She gave the chair a lurch that sent the parson's
