\'Yourheadbadagain，Worm？\'saidMr。Swancourt。\'Whatwasthatnoiseweheardintheyard？\'
\'Ay，sir，aweakwamblingmanamI；andthefryinghavebeengoingoninmypoorheadallthroughthelongnightandthismorningasusual；andIwassodazedwi\'itthatdownfellapieceofleg-
woodacrosstheshaftofthepony-shay，andsplintereditoff。
\"Ay，\"saysI，\"Ifeelitasif\'twasmyownshay；andthoughI\'vedoneit，andparishpayismylotifIgofromhere，perhapsIamasindependentasonehereandthere。”\'
\'Dearme，theshaftofthecarriagebroken!\'criedElfride。Shewasdisappointed:Stephendoublyso。Thevicarshowedmorewarmthoftemperthantheaccidentseemedtodemand，muchtoStephen\'suneasinessandrathertohissurprise。Hehadnotsupposedsomuchlatentsternnesscouldco-existwithMr。Swancourt\'sfranknessandgood-nature。