To argue with such a connoisseur would have been worse than useless; so I pacified her by hanging the rejected gems in her own little summer room by the dairy. Our parlour began before long to look neat and even comfortable. Of course the furniture was rough, but I care not much for upholstery, and am quite rude of French polish. My only fear was lest the damp from the lime-ash floor should strike to my dear mother’s feet, through the scanty drugget which covered it. The fire-place was bright and quaint, lined with old Dutch tiles, and the grey-washed walls were less offensive to the eye than would have been a paper chosen by good Mrs. Huxtable. The pretty lattice window, budding even now with woodbine, and impudent to the winds with myrtle, would have made amends for the meanest room in England. Before it lay a simple garden with sparry walks and bright-thatched hives, and down a dingle rich with trees and a crystal stream, it caught a glimpse of the Bristol Channel. CHAPTER XIV. When our things were nearly settled, and I was sitting by myself, with dirty hands and covered with dust, there came a little timid tap at the door, followed by a shuffling outside, as if some one contemplated flight, yet feared to fly. Opening the door, I was surprised to find the child whom I expected a massive figure, some six feet and a quarter high, and I know not how many feet in width, but wide enough to fill the entire passage. He made a doubtful step in advance, till his great open-hearted face hung sheepishly above my head. "Have I the pleasure of seeing Mr. Huxtable?" I asked. "Ees ’um," he stammered, blushing like a beet-root, "leastways Miss, I ort to zay, no plasure ’um to the laikes of thee, but a honour to ai. Varmer Uxtable they karls me round about these ’ere parts, and some on ’em Varmer Jan, and Beany Dawe, he karl me ’Varmer Brak-plew-harnish, as tosses arl they Garnish,’ and a dale he think of his potry as it please God to give ’un: but Maister, may be, is the riglar thing, leastways you knows best, Miss." "Danged if I can coom to discourse with girt folks nohow, no more nor a sto-un." This was an "aside," but audible a long way off, as they always are on the stage. "But I am a very small folk, Mr. Huxtable, compared at least with you." "I humbly ax your parding, Miss, but ai didn’t goo for to be zuch a beg, nockety, sprarling zort of a chap. I didn’t goo for to do it nohow. Reckon ’twar my moother’s valt, her were always draining of hayricks." This also was an "aside." "Come in," I said, "I am very glad to see you, and so will my mother be." "Noo! Be e now? Be e though undade, my dear?" he asked with the truest and finest smile I ever saw: and I felt ashamed in front of the strong simplicity which took my conventional words for heart’s truth.