Dick, tell Sarah to bring in those hot potatoes.

I'm hungry, and I've got to sit up all night." There proved to be no real need, for the squire's patient slept soundly, and there was nothing to disturb the silence at the Toft.

But morning found the squire still watching, with Mrs Winthorpe busy with her needle in the dining parlour, and Dick lying down on the hearth-rug, and sleeping soundly by the glowing fire.

For about four o'clock, after strenuously refusing to go to bed, he had thought he would lie down and rest for a bit, with the result that he was in an instant fast asleep, and breathing heavily.
By breakfast-time Farmer Tallington had heard the news, and was over with Tom, each ready to listen to the squire's and Dick's account; and before nine o'clock Dave and John Warren, who had come over to Hickathrift's, to find him from home, came on to the Toft to talk with Dick and Tom, and stare and gape.
"Why, theer heven't been such a thing happen since the big fight wi' the smugglers and the king's men," said Dave.
To which John Warren assented, and said it was "amaazin'." "And who do you think it weer ?" said Dave, as he stood scratching his ear; and upon being told the squire's opinion, he shook his head, and said there was no knowing.
"It's a bad thing, Mester Dick, bringing straangers into a plaace.

Yow nivver know what characters they've got.