"You see," he rejoined, "there's three in the trade at Patrington, and then 'tis only the bettermost rooms that we gets to do. The women does all the rest, and the painting besides. That's where it is. But 'taint such a very bad job as I be going to. They finds their own paste, and there's nine pieces to hang: that'll give me four and sixpence; and then I shall get my dinner, and my tea too, if I don't finish too soon. So it'll be a pretty fair day's work." And yet the chances were that he would have to wait six months for payment.
We passed through Welwick--place of wells--a small, clean village, with a small, squat church, with carvings sadly mutilated on the outside, and inside, a handsome tomb. At Plowland, near this, lived the Wrights, confederates in the Gunpowder Plot. Nearly all the cottages are models of cleanliness; the door-sill and step washed with yellow ochre, and here and there you see through the open door that the walls of the room inside are papered, and the little pictures and simple ornaments all in keeping. You will take pleasure in these indications, and perhaps believe them to be the result of an affection for cleanliness. The walls of some of the houses and farm-yards are built of pebbles--'sea-cobbles,' as they are called--placed zigzag-wise, with a novel and pretty effect: and the examples multiply as we get nearer the sea, where they may be seen in the walls of the churches.
At Skeffling the painter turned into a farm-house which looked comfortably hospitable enough to put him at ease regarding his dinner, and as if it had little need to take six months' credit for four and sixpence, while I turned from the high-road into a track leading past the church--which, by the way, has architectural features worthy examination--to the coarse and swarthy flats where the distant view is hidden by a great embankment that runs along their margin for miles. Once on the top of this 'Humber-bank,' I met a lusty breeze sweeping in from the sea, and had before me a singular prospect--the bank itself stretching far as the eye can see in a straight line to the east and west, covered with coarse grass and patches of gray, thistle-like, sea-holly--_Eryngo maritima_. Its outer sloop is loose sand falling away to the damp line left by the tide, beyond which all is mud--a great brown expanse outspread for miles. The tide being at its lowest, only the tops of the masts of small vessels are to be seen, moving, as it seems, mysteriously: the river itself is hardly discernible. In places the mud lies smooth and slimy; in others thickly rippled, or tossed into billows, as if the water had stamped thereon an impression of all its moods. Fishermen wade across it in huge boots from their boats to the firm beach, and dig down through it two or three feet to find stiff holding-ground for their anchors.