"It's like what I've heard about canvassin' for Parlyment," said 'Bias. "And that's another suggestion fur ye." Of the most important shops in the length of thoroughfare known as Fore Street and in Church Square (which is the same street with a corkscrew twist in it) 'Bias showed much appreciation. He was especially allured by the rainbow-tinted goods in Mr Shake Benny's window, and by the cards recommending them for sale. _If you admire Lord Rosebery, Now is Your Time_--He studied this for some moments. "Time for what?" he asked, rubbing his ear softly. "Drinks," suggested Cai, and laughed in pure pleasure of heart. "Come along, man--or you'll be makin' me Prime Minister before we get to the Ship. . . Yes, yon's the church--Established. You can tell by the four spikes an' the weathercock; like-wise by the tombstones. But they bury folks up the hill nowadays." He paused--"That reminds me"--he paused again. "What of?" "Oh--er--nothing; nothing particular. . . . Well, if you must know, I was thinkin' about that old hat o' mine." "You don't tell me you've buried it?" "No." "It _is_ time for drinks," said 'Bias with decision. They called at the Ship Inn, where they ascertained that Captain Hunken's chest and parrot-cage had been duly delivered. "Very decent beer," pronounced 'Bias as they shared a quart. "When a man has a job to tackle--" began Cai, and glanced at his friend. "You're sure we hadn' better wait till you've had a meal?--till to-morrow mornin' if you like." 'Bias drained his tankard and arose--a giant visibly refreshed. "I'm a-goin' to see the house, instanter." "Things," said Cai, "strike different parties from different points o' view. That's notorious. One man's born an' bred in a place, and another isn't. . . . Now if the latter--as we'll call him for argyment's sake--" But 'Bias, cutting short this parley, had gained the door and was marching forth. To be sure (and Captain Cai might with better command on his nerves have hailed the omen) Nature could hardly have dressed shore and harbour of Troy in weather more auspicious. The smoke of chimneys arose straight on the "cessile air," making a soft dun-coloured haze through which the light of the declining day was filtered in streams of yellow--pale lemon-yellow, golden-yellow, orange, orange-tawny. On the far shore of the harbour, windows blazed as if cottage after cottage held the core of a furnace intense and steady. The green hillside above them lay bathed in this aureate flush, which permeated too the whole of the southern sky, up to its faint blue zenith. "Pretty weather," grunted 'Bias, "I see the glass is steady too; leastways if you can trust the one they keep in the Inn parlour." Cai did not respond: the crucial moment was drawing too near. "Pretty li'l view, too. . . . A man with a box o' paints, now, might be tempted to have a slap at it."