enough to go in." . . . The voice was the tranter's.

"I wish I could go in too and see the sight!" said a reedy voice--that of
Leaf.

"'Tis a pity Leaf is so terrible silly, or else he might," said another.

"I never in my life seed a quire go into a study to have it out about the
playing and singing," pleaded Leaf; "and I should like to see it just
once!"

"Very well; we'll let en come in," said the tranter. "You'll be like
chips in porridge, {1} Leaf--neither good nor hurt. All right, my sonny,
come along;" and immediately himself, old William, and Leaf appeared in
the room.

"We took the liberty to come and see 'ee, sir," said Reuben, letting his
hat hang in his left hand, and touching with his right the brim of an
imaginary one on his head. "We've come to see 'ee, sir, man and man, and
no offence, I hope?"

"None at all," said Mr. Maybold.

"This old aged man standing by my side is father; William Dewy by name,
sir."

"Yes; I see it is," said the vicar, nodding aside to old William, who
smiled.

"I thought you mightn't know en without his bass-viol," the tranter