Straange and badly though." "What, Dave is ?" cried Dick.
"Ay, lad; he's got the shakes, same as John Warren.

They two lay out together one night after a couple o' wild swans they seen, and it give 'em both ager." It was a glorious evening, without a breath of air stirring, and the broad mere glistened and glowed with the wonderful reflection from the sky.

The great patches of reeds waved, and every now and then the weird cry of the moor-hen came over the water.

Here and there perfect clouds of gnats were dancing with their peculiar flight; swallows were still busy darting about, and now and then a leather-winged bat fluttered over them seeking its insect food.
"What a lovely place this looks in a summer evening!" said Mr Marston thoughtfully.
"Ay, mester, and I suppose you are going to spoil it all with your big drain," said the wheelwright, and he ceased poling for a few moments, as the punt entered a natural canal through a reed-bed.
"Spoil it, my man! No.

Only change its aspect.