Now, then, how much further are you going ?" "Strite across to wheer we saw that big pike rise, my lad." "Shall we catch him, Dave ?" "Mebbe yes; mebbe no, my lad.

If he wants his dinner, and we sets it down by his door stoop, he'll tek it.

If he's hed his dinner he wean't touch it." "Then let's make haste and get there before dinnertime," cried Tom.
"Pole away, Dave." "Nay, we've got to go quiet-like, my lad.

We don't want to scare the fish, and send 'em to the bottom to lie sulky.

Nice wisp o' duck yon." He nodded to a long string of wild-fowl flying low over the melancholy-looking water, and they were watched till they disappeared.
"Caught any more in the 'coy, Dave ?" asked Dick.
"Few, lad, few.