the landlord chuckled again with his lean chuckle, and seemed to be mightily tickled at something beyond my comprehension. "no," he answered, "generally he’s an early bird—airley to bed and airley to rise—yes, he’s the bird what catches the worm. but to-night he went out a peddling, you see, and i don’t see what on airth keeps him so late, unless, may be, he can’t sell his head."