Mr.Fogo noted it vaguely, but an inexplicable nervousness seemed to have overtaken him since entering the cottage.
"I came," he said at last, "to inquire about Kit's House, which I hear is to let." "Thankin' you kindly, sir," answered Peter; "an' I won't say but what we shall be glad to let et.

But Paul and I ha' been puttin' our heads togither, and we allow 'tes for Tamsin to say." Here he looked at Paul, who nodded gravely and repeated, in his former mechanical tone, "for Tamsin to say." Mr.Fogo looked more distressed than ever.
"I beg your pardon, I'm sure," he began, with a quick glance at the girl, who was quietly pouring tea; "I did not know." "No offence, sir.

On'y, don't you see, 'tes this way.

Kit's House es a gran' place wi' a slaty roof an' a I-talian garden, and a mighty deal too fine for the likes of Paul an' me.

But wi' Tamsin 'tes another thing.