"Na, na; what Frogman here?
Frogmen ha' skinny shanks, and larks' heels, and holes down their bodies like lamperns.

No sign of no frog aboot yon bairn.

As fair as a wench, and as clean as a tyke.

A' mought a'most been born to Flaambro'.

And what gowd ha' Crappos got, poor divils ?" This opened the gate for a clamor of discourse; for there surely could be no denial of her words.