“Gideon, what is it makes that house different to the other housen?”
“It inna different.”
“Oh, but it’s as different as if it was builded of stone fetched from
another world!” I cried out. “It’s as different as if the timbers were
falled in the forests of the Better Land.”
“Dear to goodness, girl, you bin raving,” says he. “Husht, or the
beadle’ll put you in pound.”
So I hushed, and we came to the _Mug of Cider_, and after turning our
beasts in among the rest, we set out our goods in the market.