Hobden pointed at his son . ` There was always to be one of 'em that could see further into a millstone than most . ' ` Me ! That 's me ! ' said the Bee Boy so suddenly that they all laughed . ` I 've got it now ! ' cried Tom , slapping his knee . ` So long as Whitgift blood lasted , Robin promised there would allers be one o ' her stock that -- that no Trouble ` ud lie on , no Maid ` ud sigh on , no Night could frighten , no Fright could harm , no Harm could make sin , an ' no Woman could make a fool of . ' ` Well , ai n't that just me ? ' said the Bee Boy , where he sat in the silver square of the great September moon that was staring into the oast-house door . ` They was the exact words she told me when we first found he was n't like others . But it beats me how you known 'em , ' said Hobden . ` Aha ! There 's more under my hat besides hair ? ' Tom laughed and stretched himself . ` When I 've seen these two young folk home , we 'll make a night of old days , Ralph , with passin ' old tales -- eh ? An ' where might you live ? ' he said , gravely , to Dan . ` An ' do you think your Pa ` ud give me a drink for takin ' you there , Missy ? ' They giggled so at this that they had to run out .
XXXXX picked them both up , set one on each broad shoulder , and tramped across the ferny pasture where the cows puffed milky puffs at them in the moonlight .
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