They wean't hoort.

Wait till watter goos down a bit and you an' me'll have rare sport." "Ay, and rabbuds is all reight too, young mester," added John Warren.
"They knows the gainest way to get up stairs.

They're all happed up warm in their roons, ready to come out as soon as the watter goos down." "But how did it happen ?" "Happen, lad!" said the two men in a breath.
"Yes; what caused the flood ?" "Oh, I d'n'know," growled Dave slowly.

"Happen sea-bank broke to show folk as fen warn't niver meant to be drained, eh, John Warren ?" "Ay, that's it, lad.

Folk talks o' draaning fen, and such blather.
Can't be done." "I say, John, I don't want the fen drained," whispered Dick.
"Good lad!" growled John Warren; and then Dave shook his head at the ale-mug, sighed, and drank.
"But don't let father hear what you say, because he won't like it." "Nay, I sha'n't say nowt," said Dave.
"Nay, nor me neither, only natur's natur, and floods is floods," added John Warren; and he too shook his head at the ale-mug, and drank.
"Now, then," cried the squire, coming quickly to the door, "Hickathrift and I are going in the big punt to see if we can help the Tallingtons; the stream isn't so strong now.