“Hee—­hee—­ay!” replied Leaf, letting his mouth continue to smile for some time after his mind had done smiling, so that his teeth remained in view as the most conspicuous members of his body.

“Here, Mr. Penny,” resumed Mrs. Dewy, “you sit in this chair.  And how’s your daughter, Mrs. Brownjohn?”

“Well, I suppose I must say pretty fair.”  He adjusted his spectacles a quarter of an inch to the right.  “But she’ll be worse before she’s better, ’a b’lieve.”

“Indeed—­poor soul!  And how many will that make in all, four or five?”

“Five; they’ve buried three.  Yes, five; and she not much more than a maid yet.  She do know the multiplication table onmistakable well.  However, ’twas to be, and none can gainsay it.”

Mrs. Dewy resigned Mr. Penny.  “Wonder where your grandfather James is?” she inquired of one of the children.  “He said he’d drop in to-night.”

“Out in fuel-house with grandfather William,” said Jimmy.

“Now let’s see what we can do,” was heard spoken about this time by the tranter in a private voice to the barrel, beside which he had again established himself, and was stooping to cut away the cork.

“Reuben, don’t make such a mess o’ tapping that barrel as is mostly made in this house,” Mrs. Dewy cried from the fireplace.  “I’d tap a hundred without wasting more than you do in one.  Such a squizzling and squirting job as ’tis in your hands!  There, he always was such a clumsy man indoors.”

“Ay, ay; I know you’d tap a hundred beautiful, Ann—­I know you would; two hundred, perhaps.  But I can’t promise.  This is a’ old cask, and the wood’s rotted away about the tap-hole.  The husbird of a feller Sam Lawson—­that ever I should call’n such, now he’s dead and gone, poor heart!—­took me in completely upon the feat of buying this cask.  ‘Reub,’ says he—­’a always used to call me plain Reub, poor old heart!—­’Reub,’ he said, says he, ’that there cask, Reub, is as good as new; yes, good as new.  ’Tis a wine-hogshead; the best port-wine in the commonwealth have been in that there cask; and you shall have en for ten shillens, Reub,’—­’a said, says he—­’he’s worth twenty, ay, five-and-twenty, if he’s worth one; and an iron hoop or two put round en among the wood ones will make en worth thirty shillens of any man’s money, if—­’”

“I think I should have used the eyes that Providence gave me to use afore I paid any ten shillens for a jimcrack wine-barrel; a saint is sinner enough not to be cheated.  But ’tis like all your family was, so easy to be deceived.”

“That’s as true as gospel of this member,” said Reuben.

Mrs. Dewy began a smile at the answer, then altering her lips and refolding them so that it was not a smile, commenced smoothing little Bessy’s hair; the tranter having meanwhile suddenly become oblivious to conversation, occupying himself in a deliberate cutting and arrangement of some more brown paper for the broaching operation.