Isn't it, Tom ?" "Every bit of it.

He's come on purpose to ask us to go out with him." "Nay, nay, nay, lads," said Dave in an ill-used tone.

"I did think o' asking if Mester Marston here would like to try for some eels up in the long shallows by Popley Watter, for they be theer as thick as herrin', bubblin' up and slithering in the mud." "Let's go, then, Mr Marston.

Eel-spearing," cried Dick.
"But I could not use an eel-spear," said the young engineer, smiling.
"But Tom and I could do the spearing, and you could put the eels in the basket." "When you caught them," said Marston, laughing.
"Oh, we should be sure to catch some! Shouldn't we, Dave ?" "Ay, theer's plenty of 'em, mester." "Let's go, then," cried Dick excitedly; "and if we get a whole lot, we'll take them over to your men, Mr Marston.

Come on!" "Nay, but yow weant," said Dave, with a dry chuckle.
"Why not ?" "Mester Hickathrift has got the stong-gad to mend.