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hands on the cover of the Bible and prayed: “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, get thee behind me, Satan. Jesus bach, be with your Ruler in Capel Sion. Amen.” She re-entered the kitchen.

“Michael, man,” she said, “how say you to a nice cup bach of tea?”

“Iss, indeed, Dinah,” answered the tramp.

Dinah lifted an empty tin pitcher.

“Dear now,” she exclaimed, “what pity! There's not a drop of water. Go you and draw some.”

The tramp pushed his feet into his clogs.

“Give me the old pitcher then,” he said.

“Have I not need of the pitcher for milking?” Dinah said.

“I’ll bring it in the bucket that is outside the pigsty,” said Michael, walking towards the door.