"It would spoil all the fun." "Hah!" ejaculated Dave, as his yellow face puckered up with a dry smile, and in a furtive way which fitted with his fox-skin cap he turned and gave John Warren a peculiar look.
"When may we come over to the 'coy, Dave ?" "When you like, lads.

Soon as the watter's down low enough for us to work it." "It's sinking fast, Dave," said Tom.

"It's all gone from our garden now, and the rooms are getting dry." "Ay, but my pipes are covered still, and it'll be a good month, my lads, 'fore we can do any good.

But I might ha' took you both out in the punt for a bit o' shooting if you hadn't played that game on me, and spoiled my horn and wasted all my powder." "Ah, it was too bad, Dave; but there are a couple of fine large horns at home I've saved for you, and we've bought you a pound of powder." "Nay, I sha'n't believe it till I see 'em," said Dave.

"I did mean to hev asked you lads to come netting, but I can't ask them as plays tricks." "Netting! What, the ruffs ?" "Ay, I weer thinking about heving a try for 'em.