like a fool as to be taken for one, in the dark, that's
a fact.

"Well, you renew the outer man, and try it agin, and it's
look at the stable and hosses with Sir Host, and the
dogs, and the carriages, and two American trees, and a
peacock, and a guinea hen, and a gold pheasant, and a
silver pheasant, and all that, and then lunch. Who the
plague can eat lunch, that's only jist breakfasted?

"So away goes lunch, and off goes you and the 'Sir,' a
trampousin' and a trapsein' over the wet grass agin (I
should like to know what ain't wet in this country), and
ploughed fields, and wide ditches chock full of dirty
water, if you slip in, to souse you most ridikelous; and
over gates that's nailed up, and stiles that's got no
steps for fear of thoroughfare, and through underwood
that's loaded with rain-drops, away off to tother eend
of the estate, to see the most beautiful field of turnips
that ever was seen, only the flies eat all the plants
up; and then back by another path, that's slumpier than
t'other, and twice as long, that you may see an old wall
with two broke-out winders, all covered with ivy, which
is called a ruin. And well named it is, too, for I tore
a bran new pair of trousers, most onhandsum, a scramblin'
over the fences to see it, and ruined a pair of shoes
that was all squashed out of shape by the wet and mud.

"Well, arter all this day of pleasure, it is time to rig
up in your go-to-meetin' clothes for dinner; and that