But this may be only, perhaps, because they are working harder.
"Now," said Master Withypool at last, standing up, with a very red face, and desiring to keep all that unheeded--"now, miss, to you it belongeth to tap this here little cornder, if desirable.

Plaise to excoose of me going up of bank to tell 'e when the wet cometh down again." "Please to do nothing of the sort," I answered, knowing that he offered to stand out of sight from a delicate dread of intrusion.

"Please to tap the pool yourself, and stay here, as a witness of what we find in it." "As you plaise, miss, as you plaise.

Not a moment for to lose in arguing.

Harken now, the water is atopping of our dam.