So resolved, I grasped the latch, and shook it vehemently. Vinegar-faced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn.
"Whet are ye for?" he shouted. "T' maisters dahn i' t'fowld. Goa rahnd by th' end ut' laith, if yah went tuh spake tull him."
"Is there nobody inside to open the door?" I hallooed, responsively.
"They's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll nut oppen't an ye mak yer flaysome dins till neeght."
"Why? cannot you tell her who I am, eh, Joseph?"
"Nor-ne me! Aw'll hae noa hend wi't," muttered the head vanishing.
The snow began to drive thickly. I seized the handle to essay another trial; when a young man, without coat, and shouldering a pitchfork, appeared in the yard behind. He hailed me to follow him, and, after marching
