"Lor!" chuckled old Timothy, "'tis a scurvy pity as they can't clap 'em on now. There's many a wench as would be the better for it. There be Rachel Hodgkis, own cousin to Young Polly, and Mary Ann James, my great-nevy's wife, as 'twould do pounds of good to. But things are changed now, and 'tis all the women folks as have got the upper hand, and any pelrollick may grin, flount, jeer, and abuse as much as it plaizes her now. But in the old times it war different--different altogether." Then old Timothy went on to say, "Many's the time as I've seen Judy Cookson in a bridle. Her war a terrible sight in one. Her wud scream and yell till her mouth fair ran with blood. Judy, folks said, cud abuse against any--in fact," old Timothy said, with local pride, "I think her cud have given points to many in Shrewsbury. Her war that free with her tongue, and bountiful of splitters. "Besides these old judgments," said Timothy, "I've seen many strange things--sale of wives, and such-like trifles. Did yer ever hear, marm, the story of how Seth Yates sold his wife?" There was a pause, then Timothy drew breath and began afresh. "It must have been seventy years and odd," he declared, "but I mind it all as if war yesterday. A bit of a showery day, rain on and off, but sunshine between whiles. "Yates, the husband, he lived at Brocton, and he and his missus couldn't git on nohow. They fought, they scratched, and scrabbled like two tom-cats that had met on the roof. Mattie, they said, would screech and nag, and then Seth wud take up a stick and lay it on sharp. This went on for weeks, till the neighbours said there was no peace, and that they cud bear it no longer. The hurly-burly and rampage war that disgraceful. "So Mattie thought matters over. She had a Yorkshire cousin at the hall, came from Barnsley, or some such outlandish place, her said, and her thought out, by her advice, how her cud carry out a separation with her man. 'Getting shunt,' Venus, her cousin, named it; for it appears in Yorkshire yer can sell yer wife, same as yer dog, if yer've got a mind, and even the bishops there say 'tis a handy practice. So Mattie said what can be done in Yorkshire can be done in Shropshire, for 'tis the same king as rules over the land. "Seth he spoke up for a private sale; but Mattie said, 'I war married in public, and I'll be sold in public,' for her war fearful of the law, seeing what back-handers the law can give, when they mightn't reasonably be expected. And so they settled as all should be done fair and square, and above board on market day. Then for once folks said the pair they agreed." "Was the sale effected?" I asked. "Simple and straightforward, same as pigs in a pen," replied old Timothy. "The missus, her came into the market, dressed in her Sunday best, in a trim cotton, and wearin' a new and stylish tippet, with fine ends of primrose ribbon, and round her neck her gude man had put a halter. [Sidenote: A WIFE FOR SALE]