’It’s not for me to go into the maidens’ room and rake them out of bed at half-past three in the mornings. I put it to you, Larry. Folks would say it was ondecent. And if I don’t, the butter ain’t made, the thunder gets in the pans, and I lose many pounds. I reckon Honor Luxmore would do that. I’ve been racking my brains as you rack cider, how to get over the difficulty, and it was all dark before me, but now I see daylight at last. Honor will rake the maids out o’ their beds, and I needn’t interfere. You’ll be quick about it, won’t you, Larry, before the blazing hot summer weather sets in, with thunder in the air, and spoils the milk.’ He passed his hand through his grey hair. ’I had a bell put up in their bedroom, and a wire brought along to mine, and a handle nigh my bed, that I might ring them up in the mornings early. It cost me nigh on thirty shillings did that bell. The hanger had to come all the way from Tavistock, and it took him two days to put up, and there were a lot of cranks to it. Well, it was just so much money thrown away. What do y’ think the maidens contrived? Why, they stuffed an old worsted stocking into the bell and tied it round the clapper; I might pull the rope as if I were pealing a triple bob major, and not a sound came out of the bell, because of the stocking. Well, I wouldn’t go into the maidens’ room and see what was the matter, and so I sent to Tavistock for the bell-hanger out again, and he charged me three shillings for himself, and half-a-crown for his man, and ten shillings for the hire of a trap, and all he did was to remove the stocking. Next night the maidens tied up the clapper with the fellow stocking. If Honor were here she’d put all that to rights, wouldn’t she?’ ’I’m sure of it, father.’ ’You be sharp and get well,’ continued the old man, ’then we’ll have it all over, and save pounds of butter.’ He stood up. ’I mustn’t shake hands wi’ you, Larry, but I’m main pleased. Honor’s good through and through as a money-spinner is scarlet.’ Larry was fain to smile, in spite of his pain. This was like his father. The old man went on vehemently, hotly for some new fancy, and in a few weeks tired of it, and did nothing more about it. Next day Physick the lawyer came, and brought the mortgage and the money. The signatures were appended, a cross for Larry, and the money received. ’Now,’ said the old man, ’I’d like you, Mr. Physick, to go over to Langford and pay the sum I owe to my brother-in-law. I can’t go myself. He’s spoken that insolent to me, and that too before the whole of Coryndon’s Charity, that I can never set foot over his drexil (threshold) again. So I’d wish you to go for me, and bring me my note of hand back all square.’ ’I will go as well,’ said Larry, who was up, able to walk about, but without his jacket, because of his bandaged bones and arm strapped back. ’You!’ exclaimed his father. ’Why should you go?’