"Haven't you a rope and some boards to make a raft ?" "Lor', no! Mah'sr Harry.

I got no boards." "Tell ye what ye do, dar," shouted the biggest boy, a woolly-heady urchin, with nothing on but a big pair of trousers that came up under his arms and were fastened over his shoulders by two bits of string, "jist you come on dis side and jump down, an' slosh ashore." "It's too deep," cried Harry.
"No, 'tain't," said the boy.

"I sloshed out to dat tree dis mornin'." "You did, you Pomp!" cried his mother.

"Oh! I'll lick ye fur dat, when I git a-hold of ye!" "Did you, really ?" cried Harry.
"Yes, I did," shouted the undaunted Pomp.

"I sloshed out dar an' back agin." "But the water's higher now," said Harry.
"No, 'tain't," said the woman.