'Well, that was aboot the beginnin' an' the end o't, for she'd conquered him properly, an' Mister Six-Foot-Two soon found oot he'd got a proper taskmaster for his missus, even though she was but a yard an' a half high, an' looked as though ye could have snapt her across yor arm. She didn't knock him doon again, but she was elwis surprisin' him inti startin' things, an' when he tired ov it she would scorn him a bit, an' ask, "An' what's the good o' bein' a strong man if ye cannet show yor strength? Any fool can get drunk," says she, "an' lose his brass bettin'; but thoo's a strong man, Tom, I's warn'd, an' I've bet Ned Lee's wife a dollar that thoo can walk past the Pitman's Arms on pay-Friday night wivvoot ever lookin' inside!" 'Well, that was the way o't i' Lizzie's case. She soon had her Samson's locks clipped short, an' iv a few years' time he becomes a depity, a back overman, an' finally fore overman, has a hoos ov his own, an' a whole raa (row) o' cottages. 'Some has different ways from others,' reflected my companion, further, 'but aal womenfolk's ambitious.' 'Noo, tak' my own case--"the Heckler's"--when I got married on the aad lady there was no nonsense aboot the business. "Ho-way," I says, "will ye tak' us, Betty?" for I kenned nicely beforehand she was the right sort for us, havin' obsarved her previous, an' walked oot wiv her a Sunday night or two. "Ay, an' I will, Geordie," she says thankfully, an' as meek as skim milk; but for aal that I've been got the best o' lots o' time biv her ambition, an' noo, here I is, wiv a fam'ly o' seven, an' the missus insistin' upon Harry's--that's the eldest boy, ye ken--gannin' ti the Grammar School ti parfect hissel' as a scholar. Ay, wor Harry's a proper scholar, I's warn'd, but schoolin's tarr'ble expensive. 'An' noo, I'll just gie ye this bit advice, Maistor John. Divvn't thoo get married unless thoo marries a heiress, for, I tell thoo, aal women's ambitious, an' ambition's a tarr'ble expensive hobby. 'Gox! yes, just fearful, Maistor John.' FOOTNOTES: [12] Row. [13] Pitmen are paid fortnightly on the Friday: the following day is 'pay-Saturday.' Non-pay-Saturday is known as 'baff-Saturday,' the derivation of which no man knows to this day. THE 'CALEB JAY' (THE 'QUEL OBJÊT') I. The 'Caleb Jay'[14] was not, as his nickname of itself might testify, popular in our pit village of Black Winning. His appearance was against him in the first instance, and he continued to be shy and reserved even after you might be said to have made his acquaintance. Reserve is unpopular in any society, but in the lower social grades, where life is of a freer and more hearty character than in the propriety-loving circles of the well-to-do, it may be said to be one of the 'seven deadly sins.' There was no reserve about Tom, his elder brother, who was a good-looking, idle, somewhat dissolute youth of twenty-three years of age.