general, resented greatly, in his secret soul, the fact of his master and his master's mill being, in a manner, under petticoat government, and had felt as wormwood and gall, certain business-visits of the heiress to the Hollow's counting-house.
"Because there is naught agate that fits women to be consarned in."
"Indeed! There is prayer and preaching agate in that church; are we not concerned in that?"
"Ye have been present neither at the prayer nor preaching, ma'am, if I have observed aright. What I alluded to was politics: William Farren, here, was touching on that subject, if I'm not mista'en."
"Well, what then? Politics are our habitual study, Joe. Do you know I see a newspaper every day, and two of a Sunday?"
"I should think you'll read the marriages, probably, Miss, and the murders, and the accidents, and sich like?"
"I read the leading articles, Joe, and the foreign intelligence, and I look over the market prices: in short, I read just what gentlemen read."
Joe looked as if he thought this talk was like the chattering of a pie. He replied to it, by a disdainful silence.
"Joe," continued Miss Keeldar, "I never yet could ascertain properly, whether you are a Whig or a Tory: pray which party has the honour of your alliance?"
"It is rayther difficult to explain where you are
