Chapter 8

“I came to see if we could borrow the beasts for our waggon. Jancis said yes.” “You mun pay.” “How much, mister?” “The same as for wakes, a penny a head. So you be taking the biddings? Now who did your mam pay to write ’em?” “Parson wrote ’em for us, and Mother put a crown in the poor-box.” “Dear soul! The bitter waste! I’d have wrote ’em very clear and fine for half the money. I can write the tall script and the dwarf, round or square, red or black. Parson can only do the sarmon script, and a very poor script it b…