Farmer Gay's was for sale on the lake-- I've bought it.

It's yours now." "Farmer Gay's--mine?
Oh, go on, Master Rollitt, how could _you_ buy a boat any more than me?
You've no money to spare, I know." "It's yours--here's the receipt," said the boy, with almost a scowl.
"But, Master Rollitt--" But Master Rollitt had gone to be in time for chapel..