Barron explained that he only needed the shed as a storehouse for his
picture and tools.

"Just so, just so. Then you'll find a bwoy wi' the key theer to-morrer, an'
all vitty; an' you can pay in advancement or arter, as you please to. Us'll
say half-a-crown a week, if that'll soot 'e."

The listener produced half-a-sovereign, much to Farmer Ford's
gratification, and asked that a lad or man might be found to return with
him there and then to the shed.

"I am anxious to see the place and have it in order before I go back to
Newlyn," he explained. "I will pay you extra for the necessary labor, and
it should not take above an hour."

"No more 'twill, an' I'll come 'long with 'e myself this minute," answered
the other.

Getting a key to the padlock, and a big birch broom, he returned with
Barron, and soon had the doors of the disused byre thrown open to the air.

"I shut en up when the auld goat went dead. Theer a used to lie in the
corner, but now he'm outside, an' I doubt the piskeys, what they talks
'bout, be mighty savage wi' me for not buryin' the beast, 'cause all
fairies is 'dicted to goats, they do say, an' mighty fond o' the milk of
'em."

Farmer Ford soon cleared the place of potatoes, sacks, and tools. Then,
taking his broom, he made a clean sweep of dust and dirt.