Chapter 3

“Oh, Ferkel,” she sighed, for so she had named the little beast. “I begin to think I must be a sinfully dissatisfied sort of woman, for here are two of the finest men in all the village come to court me, yet I am only disgusted by their attentions.”

The following day, there came yet another visitor. This time it was Reverend Goode, the parson, bringing her a book of psalms, and the hope that she might allow his suit.

“For,” he told her in his deep, booming voice, “a calm, sensible woman is just the thing for a clergyman’s wife.”