“Owd Roddle” is a broken-down village fuddler, in Smallbridge; perpetually racking his brains about “another gill.”

The dipcoat is sprayed with a coarse sand while it is still wet.

Wow, you really made this pie from scratch? I'm not mad at it.

The writer has spoken to his two companions, Fathers Eliseus and Elias, desiring them to go, if only to gather intelligence about those parts; but both are of one mind that the basis of operations, as laid down by Fra Simon, is not substantiated […]