I misworded my offer: I meant help, not rescue.

Crouch had earlier hopelessly miskicked an excellent volleyed chance from eight yards out after a delightful Pennant cross.

This was done by a great Farmer, that lived about two Miles distant from me, who, by good Plowings and Dungings, in the Year 1739, had got his gravelly and chalky loamy Land in very fine Order, for sowing it with Wheat […]

His wife voted down the project the moment he suggested it.