"They all thinks themselves born ladies now," he said sourly. "There's my cousin Polly Makin's granddaughter, a fine strapping lass to look at, but her went off last week to Birmingham. Dull, 'er said, it be here. What does her mean," asked the old man, in a tone of righteous wrath, "by finding it dull in her native town? When folks found it dull in their native place, when I war a lad, we called 'em stoopid; now they calls 'em larned and too good. Now 'tis all roar and express train. But her'll creep back some day, will Polly--young Polly, and be glad and thankful to find a place to lie her head in. They be all for pleasurin' now, expeditions and excursions, running everywhere with no eyes, that's what I call their modern games." "But in old days, if I had wanted a housemaid or a scullery-maid, what should I have done?" I asked, bringing back my old friend to his subject. [Sidenote: OLD-WORLD SERVANTS] "In old days," replied Timothy, "there warn't no manner of difficulty in the matter. The men and the maids used to stand in their native places on hire, which was a decent, open custom. At Christmas, there war the Gawby Market in the North; at Whitchurch there war the Rag Fair, as they called it; and at Shrewsbury, during fair time, all the farmers and their wives used to go in to engage a maid or a man. At Much Wenlock, I've heard hirin' day was 12th of May; at Church Stretton it used to be on the 14th. At Market Drayton, I've often, in the forties and fifties, seen the carters stand forth, whips in hand, so that all might know their trade, and cry out, 'A driver, a driver, good with a team,' and such-like. Then the lasses wud stand with broom, or milk-pails and make known their callings, and the missuses and the masters would look round and engage who they had a mind to; and they cud mostly all scrub and clean, milk and churn, brew and bake in those days, for they couldn't read nor write, so their hearts were set on housewifely jobs. But now the maids know nought. It is all eddication, all readin' and writin', and they mostly can do nothing with a broom, or a brush. Readin' isn't often much good to 'em what works. Now servant wenches talk of getting engaged; hirin' war the word in the old time. When they war got in the old time, it war for a year, and not a penny did most of 'em get till the year had slipped away." "Wasn't that rather hard?" I asked.