It's a capital old place, and you never dig anywhere without finding something." "Yes," said Tom solemnly, "something that isn't always nice." "Well, you do sometimes," said Dick, "but not often.

But I wouldn't leave the old place for thousands of pounds.

Why, where would you get another like it with its old walls, and vaults, and cellars, and thick walls, and the monks' fish-ponds, and all right up on a high toft with the river on one side, and the fen for miles on the other.

Look at the fish." "Yes; it's all capital," said Tom.

"I like it ever so; but it is precious monky." "Well, so are you! Who cares about its being monky! The old monks were jolly old chaps, I know." "How do you know?
Sh! what's that ?" "Fox.