"We go and hunt for hours, and only get a few pie-wipes' eggs; you always get a basketful." "It's a man's natur," said Dave.
"Well, show us how you know," said Dick, shouldering his leaping-pole, and pretending to hit his companion's head.
"Nay, lad, theer's no showing a thing like that," said Dave mysteriously.

"It comes to a man." "Gammon!" cried Dick.

"It's a dodge you've learned." Dave chuckled and tramped on beside the lads, having enough to do to avoid sinking in.
"She's reyther juicy this spring, eh?
They heven't dree-ernt her yet," said Dave with a malicious grin.

"See there, now, young Tom Tallington," he cried, stepping past the lad, and, picking up a couple of eggs in spite of the wailing of their owners, as they came napping close by, the cock bird in his glossy-green spring feathers, and a long pendent tuft hanging down from the back of his head.
"How stupid!" cried Tom.

"I didn't see them." "Nay, you wouldn't," said Dave, stepping across Dick, who was on his left; "and yow, young squire Dick, didn't see they two." "Yes, I did, Dave, I did," cried Dick.