It'll 'bout kill him if his rabbud-warren is took awaya.

Bud dree-ern ar'n't done yet, lads, eh ?" Squire Winthorpe was of a different opinion that night when Dick reached home after seeing Tom well on his way.
"They're going on famously now," he said to Mrs Winthorpe, who was repairing the damage in one of Dick's garments.
"And was the meeting satisfied ?" "Yes, quite," said the squire.

"We had a big meeting with the gentlemen from London who are interested in the business, and they praised young Mr Marston, the engineer, wonderfully fine young fellow too." Dick pricked up his ears.
"I thought Mr Marston was coming to see us a deal, father!" he said.
"He's been away during the bad weather when the men couldn't work--up in town making plans and things.

He's coming over to-night." "And do the people about seem as dissatisfied as ever about the work ?" said Mrs Winthorpe.
"I don't hear much about it," said the squire.

"They'll soon settle down to it when they find how things are improved.