"We'll get him to let us have the boat after dinner." Just then old Jonas came in without his otter-skin cap, combing the thick grisly fringe round his head, the top of which was quite bare; and directly after from another door--for there were doors nearly everywhere, because Jonas Uggleston had built the cottage very small at first and then kept on adding rooms, and kitchens, and wash-house with stores--Mother Bonnet came in, an elderly plump woman, who always put me in mind of a cider apple when it was ripe.
Mother Bonnet was Binnacle Bill's wife, and lived at the cottage on the other side of the stream, but she came and "did for" Master Uggleston, as she called it; that is to say, she cooked and kept the house clean; and she bore in hand a dish of hot new potatoes, which were very scarce things with us and a deal thought of by some people for a treat.
She nodded to us all in turn, and was going away again, when Jonas shouted "Winegar," and Mother Bonnet hurriedly produced a big black bottle from a corner cupboard, and placed it upon the table.
That was about as rough a dinner as Bob Chowne and I had ever sat down to, but how delicious it was! "'Live last night," said Jonas, digging great pieces of the salmon off with a silver spoon, and supplying our plates.
"You catch him, father ?" said Bigley.
"Yes, Big.

Weir." "Weir," I thought to myself.

"Weir?
What does he mean by weir ?" "Eat away, my lads," cried Jonas Uggleston.

"Big: have off some bread." "When did you finish the weir, father ?" said Bigley, with his mouth full, in spite of all Dr Stacey had said.
"Seccun April, boy.

You can work it a bit, now you're down." Bigley looked at us with eager eyes, but we were too busy to pay much attention, though I was anxious to see a weir that would catch salmon, and ready to ask questions as soon as the dinner was done.
"Pour out the cider, lad.