farther to my House, and I will give you a Cup of the best, and some good Bread and Cheese, and there we will consider farther of the Matter: I will warrant we will contrive the Business well enough. With all my Heart, says the Doctor. Away goes the Doctor more freely than to Church, and the Hedger as if he were going to the Wedding. When they were come to the House, and eating the best it afforded; says the Countryman, Master Doctor, if I could get Mistress _Anne_ to my House, Would not that do well? Rarely well, quoth the Doctor, if you can but compass it: But does she ever come hither? Very often, says the old Man, to see her old Servants. But how will you contrive it? says the Doctor. Leave that to me, quoth the Hedger. Away goes the old Fellow, and enters into Discourse with his Wife; says he to her, I am minded to put a Trick upon the Doctor: The good Wife in a Passion replies, You S----, you old Fool, you put a Trick on a great Man of the Church: Hold your Tongue, Goody _Simpleton_, says the old Man; I find the great Doctors bred at the Versity have no more Wit than we Country Folk: Get you gone immediately to the 'Squire's, and take my Daughter _Joan_ along with you, and pray Mrs. _Anne_ to dress her in her best Cloaths, for there is a Gentleman at our House desires to see her in such a Habit. Now you must understand their Daughter _Joan_ was about the same Age and Stature with Mrs. _Anne_, and had a great deal of Beauty, obscured by homely Country Weeds, and she had by Nature a pretty Stock of the Mother, Wit of the Knave her Father; away trudges the old Woman with _Joan_ her Daughter: Her Request was no sooner asked but granted, and _Joan_ was presently turned into a little Angel, by the Help of Mrs. _Anne_'s Accoutrements. The Doctor, you may be sure, waited with much Impatience all this While; sometimes in Hopes, and other times in Despair. But the Hedger, standing with his Face towards the Way, at length espies his Wife and Mrs. _Anne_ (for that must be the Name of _Joan_ at present) coming towards the House; the old Man begs Leave of the Doctor to go and meet Mrs. _Anne_, and conduct her to the House, which he did presently, by running cross a Field; he made abundance of Scrapes and Cringes to Madam _Anne_, with his Hat in his Hand, and then, stepping behind her like a Footman, he followed her Home all the Way, instructing her how to manage herself in this weighty Concern.