"Don't overestimate me," screams one director, driven to his breaking point by Wootton's antics.
Whatever sort of terrier Mr Wootton has, you may be sure of one thing—that it is the right sort.
He was returned to parliament in 1701 for the family borough of Wootton Bassett in Wiltshire.
Of course that settled it so far as Mr. Wootton was concerned.
I could not imagine Wootton Bassett without its market-hall any more than I could imagine a cathedral city without its cathedral.
The post-chaise is here to carry us to Wootton, where the parson waits to marry us.
