I hadn' been there an hour afore _two score an' dree wimmen_--I knows, 'cos I kep' count--came, wan arter anuther, down to the gate to make sheep's eyes at that scarecrow, havin' heerd as there was a well-dressed lad down among the peas.

An' that's true, ef I swears et 'pon the Book." "Ah!" was Mr.Fogo's only comment.
"Iss, sir; an' well you may say so.

But the nex' thing I noticed was a sight queerer.

In fac' I dunno but et's the queerest go I iver heard tell 'bout.

But you may jedge for yoursel'.
"I'd been a-settin' there for the best part o' two hour, an' keepin' count o' how wan bird arter another comed up for they peas, an' turned tail at sight o' the scarecrow.