And, when the eventful day arrived, of course Enoch was the first to turn up, being nearest. He was arrayed in his very Sundayest Sunday suit, black broadcloth, somewhat rusty to be sure, knee breeches, pale blue worsted stockings, oft darned, patched shoes with bright steel buckles, a satin stock, a frilled shirt front, and a broad-brimmed beaver hat, which he had borrowed for the occasion from an uninvited and envious neighbour. Then about two o'clock, after Ruth had run half a score of times to the road and strained her eyes down the valley, returning each time somewhat ruffled in temper, up came Jim and his mother, not as we had supposed on Shanks' mare, but, if you'll believe me, in a bone-shaking rattletrap of a gig which, with a sorry quadruped to draw it, Jim had beguiled the trustful landlord of the "Hanging Gate" to lend him for that day only. I hastened to help Mary out, and would have ushered her into the parlour, but that she declared she would not sit till such times as she had put herself to rights. "Aw were nivver so shakken afore i' my life, an' nivver so fleyed. That hoss mun be of a varry pious frame o' mind for it wanted to go down on its knees ivvry twenty yards. Up hill, an' it's mostly up hill, it puffed, an' coughed, an' wheezed--hoopin' cough, an' asthma, an' brownchitis isn't to be named i' th' same week wi' th' way that hoss went on. An' down hill it were warse. Th' harness may ha' fitted it once, though aw doubt it. But now it fair dances all ovver th' poor beast's body. An' th' trap creaked, an' groaned, an' rattled, an' th' seat kept slippin' up an' dahn, an' back'ards an' forrards, till aw could nivver be sewer whether aw sud fall out at th' back or tipple a somersaut ovver th' hoss's yead. Aw wanted to ger aat an' walk, but Jim said this being th' do as it is, it were nobbut a due compliment to Pole Moor to drive up i' style. But aw'st noan go back i' that owd bone-shaker if aw'm to crawl o' my hands an' knees ovver th' moor. But theer! aw'm rested now, aw'll turn to an' wash some o' them pots. My, what a seet o' pots to be sewer. They'll none be all your own, aw'm thinkin'." Ruth explained that we had ventured to borrow some of the crockery used for Chapel and Sunday school anniversaries. "Oh! well, then, them 'versaries is some good," commented Mary. "But see yo'," she exclaimed suddenly, "if aw hadn't clean forgotten. Wheer's that Jim? In th' shippon puttin' owd Barebones up? He'll be fodderin' her wi' mi' parcel if aw'm noan quick." But at this moment Jim appeared with a great parcel, wrapped in thick brown paper, in his hands.