It had been settled between us that we should expect him soon after noon on the last day of December.  For the Doones being lazy and fond of bed, as the manner is of dishonest folk, the surest way to escape them was to travel before they were up and about, to-wit, in the forenoon of the day.  But herein we reckoned without our host:  for being in high festivity, as became good Papists, the robbers were too lazy, it seems, to take the trouble of going to bed; and forth they rode on the Old Year-morning, not with any view of business, but purely in search of mischief.

We had put off our dinner till one o’clock (which to me was a sad foregoing), and there was to be a brave supper at six of the clock, upon New Year’s-eve; and the singers to come with their lanthorns, and do it outside the parlour-window, and then have hot cup till their heads should go round, after making away with the victuals.  For although there was nobody now in our family to be churchwarden of Oare, it was well admitted that we were the people entitled alone to that dignity; and though Nicholas Snowe was in office by name, he managed it only by mother’s advice; and a pretty mess he made of it, so that every one longed for a Ridd again, soon as ever I should be old enough.  This Nicholas Snowe was to come in the evening, with his three tall comely daughters, strapping girls, and well skilled in the dairy; and the story was all over the parish, on a stupid conceit of John Fry’s, that I should have been in love with all three, if there had been but one of them.  These Snowes were to come, and come they did, partly because Mr. Huckaback liked to see fine young maidens, and partly because none but Nicholas Snowe could smoke a pipe now all around our parts, except of the very high people, whom we durst never invite.  And Uncle Ben, as we all knew well, was a great hand at his pipe, and would sit for hours over it, in our warm chimney-corner, and never want to say a word, unless it were inside him; only he liked to have somebody there over against him smoking.

[Illustration:  105.jpg Uncle Ben in our warm chimney-corner]

Now when I came in, before one o’clock, after seeing to the cattle—­for the day was thicker than ever, and we must keep the cattle close at home, if we wished to see any more of them—­I fully expected to find Uncle Ben sitting in the fireplace, lifting one cover and then another, as his favourite manner was, and making sweet mouths over them; for he loved our bacon rarely, and they had no good leeks at Dulverton; and he was a man who always would see his business done himself.  But there instead of my finding him with his quaint dry face pulled out at me, and then shut up sharp not to be cheated—­who should run out but Betty Muxworthy, and poke me with a saucepan lid.

“Get out of that now, Betty,” I said in my politest manner, for really Betty was now become a great domestic evil.  She would have her own way so, and of all things the most distressful was for a man to try to reason.