Mr Marston said he should like a few more to put in his case.

I say, they are getting on with the drain," Dick continued, as he shaded his eyes and gazed at where, a mile away, the engineer's men were wheeling peat up planks, and forming a long embankment on either side of the cutting through the fen.
"Can you see Mr Marston from here ?" "Why, of course not! Come along! I say, Tom, you didn't think what old Hicky said was true, did you ?" "N-n-no.

Of course not." "Why, you did.

Ha--ha--ha! That's what father and Mr Marston call superstition.

I shall tell Mr Marston that you believe in will-o'-the-wisps." "Well, so do you.