"How's Honoria?"
"Oh, she's all right. I'm riding over there now: they meet at
Tredinnis to-day." He tapped his boot with his hunting crop.
"Don't you have any lessons now?" asked Taffy, after a while.
"Dear me, yes; I've got a tutor. He's no good at it. But what made
you ask?"
Really Taffy could not tell. He had asked merely for the sake of
saying something. George pulled out a gold watch.
"I must be getting on. Well, good-bye!"
"Good-bye!"
And that was all.
CHAPTER XV.
TAFFY'S APPRENTICESHIP.
They could manage the carpentering now. And Jacky Pascoe, who, in
addition to his other trades, was something of a glazier, had taken
the damaged east window in hand. For six months it had remained
boarded up, darkening the chancel. Mr. Raymond removed the boards
and fixed them up again on the outside, and the Bryanite worked
behind them night after night. He could only be spied upon through
two lancet windows at the west end of the church, and these they
curtained.
But what continually bothered them was their ignorance of iron-work.
Staples, rivets, hinges were for ever wanted. At length, one
evening, toward the end of March, the Bryanite laid down his tools.
"Tell 'ee what 'tis, Parson. You must send the boy to someone
that'll teach en smithy-work. There's no sense in this cold
hammering."
"Wheelwright Hocken holds his shop and cottage from the Squire.
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