A HEIFER WITHOUT BLEMISH
“There's excuse for you now, dear me; old Katto must be mad to send you with a cask of butter to the fair. Now, now, Tomos, do you mouth to me then your errand quick at once.”
“For what you don’t know that Dinas is going, man?” replied Tomos.
“But, Tomos, why act so foolish? Was not me that told old Deio about it?”
“Of course. Father wants me to take it.”
“Little Tomos, do you speak plainly. I am not curious, but what in the name of goodness are you doing here? Be you immediate, for have I not a lot of business to do?”
“Job of the Stallion, why you are so hasty for, man? Look you, indeed, I am come for a wife.”
Job pouted his lips reprovingly, and he squeezed the large, cracked mole which was between his eyebrows with forefinger and thumb.
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