Coats, on the contrary, may occasionally vary both as to the height
of the collar, which must, of course, roll, and the number of
buttons--"
Thus far the Person of Quality when:
"Hallo, theer" roared a stentorian voice.
"Breeches, on the other hand," continues the Person of Quality
gravely, "are governed as inexorably as the Medes and Persians; thus,
for mornings they must be either pantaloons and Hessians--"
"Hallo theer! oho!--hi!--waken oop will 'ee!"
"Or buckskins and top boots--"
"Hi!" roared the voice, louder than ever, "you theer under
th' 'edge,--oho!"
Once more Barnabas marked the place with his finger, and glancing up,
straightway espied Stentor, somewhat red-faced, as was but natural,
clad in a velveteen jacket and with a long barrelled gun on his
shoulder.
"Might you be shouting at me?" inquired Barnabas.
"Well," replied Stentor, looking up and down the lane, "I don't see
nobody else to shout at, so let's s'pose as I be shouting at ye,
bean't deaf, be ye?"
"No, thank God."
"'Cause if so be as y' are deaf, a can shout a tidy bit louder nor
that a reckon."
"I can hear you very well as it is.
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