'Never mind
the horse. He'll stand quiet enough, with the reins over this
post, if you'll give him a mouthful of hay.'
The Carrier having brought it from his stable, and set it before
him, they turned into the house.
'You are not married before noon,' he said, 'I think?'
'No,' answered Tackleton. 'Plenty of time. Plenty of time.'
When they entered the kitchen, Tilly Slowboy was rapping at the
Stranger's door; which was only removed from it by a few steps.
One of her very red eyes (for Tilly had been crying all night long,
because her mistress cried) was at the keyhole; and she was
knocking very loud; and seemed frightened.
'If you please I can't make nobody hear,' said Tilly, looking
round. 'I hope nobody an't gone and been and died if you please!'
This philanthropic wish, Miss Slowboy emphasised with various new
raps and kicks at the door; which led to no result whatever.
'Shall I go?' said Tackleton. 'It's curious.'
The Carrier, who had turned his face from the door, signed to him
to go if he would.
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