Same as a flock o' geese, only one quacks and the other cackles.

Well, now I'm off home, for its peckish work mowing on an empty belly, and the mother'll be looking out for me.

Geese for me, ghosts for you, and in the end we'll see which pans out the best." So Lubin trudged away to his breakfast and left Austin to his reflections.

The predicted rain held off in spite of the terpsichorean importunity of Lubin's geese, and Austin passed a lovely morning on the moors; but next day it came down with a vengeance, and for six hours there was a regular deluge.

However, Austin didn't mind.