"Tom 'll be for off, nah," said Hannah, "pity he couldn't ha' his baggin' so's things wouldn't be lyin' abaat all hours." "Now Ben," said Tom, cheerily, "I'm ready, are you?" "By Gosh! Aw sud think yo' are ready: stan' ther an' let's ha' a looik at yo'." Tom laughed, and stood to attention. "Do the creases show very much?" he asked, "I feel like a draper's parcel wrapped in brown paper." It was a great event. Tom had got a suit of navy blue serge for the summer, and it fitted him like a glove. "Aw mun gi' yo' a pinch for new," said Hannah, nipping the upper arm. "An' put a penny in his pocket," added Lucy, "for luck." "It should be a shilling if it's to match the pinch," laughed Tom, rubbing his arm. "But where's your bonnet, Hannah, and your hat, Lucy?" "What's ta thinkin' on, Tom?" asked Ben. "Why that we're all going to the field together. I'm going to wheel Lucy and stand by her, and you and Hannah are to enjoy yourselves with the other young folk." Ben protested he wouldn't budge an inch. "Not but what he liked to see th' childer enjoy theirsen, but Whissunday wer' a heathenish festival an' a relic o' superstition." "But you've knocked off work and donned--I mean dressed yourself," remonstrated Tom. "Aye at nooinin'. Who could wark wi' that blethrin' brass band brayin' up an' down th' street?" Mrs. Garside looked at Lucy. "It 'ud be a treeat for th' lass," she said. "I should like it, but I should only be a hindrance. Fancy Tom standing by me for hours at a stretch and all the other young men in the field enjoying themselves. Take mother, father, and I'll stop at home. No one will run away with _me_." she added bravely, but there was a tear in her voice. "If you stop at home, I stop," said Tom emphatically. "Besides, as for being tied to your side all the time, when you get tired of me, and mother there's tired of mooning about with Ben, we can take turn and turn about. I couldn't enjoy myself a bit if you were stuck here all by yourself, and what's more, I won't try." "Well, then, that sattles it," said Hannah. "We'll all go, an' th' haase mun tak' care on itsen. Awst put mi silver spooins i' mi pocket, an' there's nowt else 'at means owt. Nah! Ben, stir thee, mon, an' dunnot stan' theer like a stuck sheep." "_Aw'm_ ready," said Ben, "Aw'n nowt to do but don mi cap an' that won't tak me as long as it'll tak' thee to don thi bonnet. Tom an' me could go to the field an' be back afore yo' an' Lucy 'll be ready." "Aw said stir thee. Put th' kettle on. What's th' use o' goin' to th' field an hour afore there'll be ony theer. Tha doesn't want a whole field to thissen, does ta? We'll ha' us baggin afore we start, an' then we'st ha' th' day i' front on us." "But aw could put mi finger dahn mi throit an' feel mi dinner yet," demurred Ben. "It's nooan three o'clock bi th' Church."