I could mak' a new pole while he forged the tine." "Come along, then.

Hicky will leave anything to do it for me." "Nay, he's gone to market," said Dave.
"Yes; I saw him pass our house," said Tom.
"What a shame!" cried Dick.

"Here, I say, what's that basket for in the punt ?" he added eagerly.
"Why, he's got a net, too, and some poles," cried Tom.

"Yah! he meant to do something." "Why, of course he did," cried Dick, running down to the boat.

"Now, then, Dave, what's it to be ?" "Oh, nowt, Mester Dick! I thought to put a net in, and a pole or two, and ask if you'd care to go and get a few fish, but Mester Marston's too fine a gentleman to care for ought o' the sort." "Oh, no, I'm not!" said Marston.