"Enough to mak' a man wuck.

John Warren here don't want all his rabbits weshed away; and how am I to manage my 'coy if it's all under watter." "Ah, how indeed!" said the squire, and he went away; but Dick stayed behind with Tom Tallington, and sat upon the top of the embankment, laughing, till the rough fen-man stood resting on his spade.
"Now then, what are yow gimbling [grinning] at, young mester ?" he said.
"At yow, Dave," said Dick, imitating his broad speech.
"Then it arn't manners, lad.

Thowt you'd been to school up to town yonder to larn manners both on you ?" "So we did, Dave, and a lot more things," cried Dick.

"How to know when anyone's gammoning." "Gammoning, lad ?" said Dave uneasily.
"Yes, gammoning.

You don't want the flood done away with." "Not want the flood done away wi'!" "No; and you don't want the fen drained and turned into fields." "Do yow ?" said Dave fiercely, and he took a step nearer to the lad.
"No, of course not," cried Dick.