out, and the water got into it, folk will say. But 'tis on'y an excuse. Watered cider is too common among us.'
'Yes, yes; too common it is!' said Spinks with an inward sigh, whilst his eyes seemed to be looking at the world in an abstract form rather than at the scene before him. 'Such poor liquor makes a man's throat feel very melancholy—and is a disgrace to the name of stimmilent.'
'Come in, come in, and draw up to the fire; never mind your shoes,' said Mrs. Dewy, seeing that all except Dick had paused to wipe them upon the door-mat. 'I be glad that you've stepped up-along at last; and, Susan, you run across to Gammer Caytes's and see if you can borrow some larger candles than these fourteens. Tommy Leaf, don't ye be afreard! Come and sit here in the settle.'
This was addressed to the young man
