Yow can't do it, and yow'll nivver make fen-land fields.

It's agen natur." "So it is to ride in a cart or on a sled, lad," said Hickathrift good-humouredly; "but I make 'em, and folk rides in 'em and carries things to market." "Ay, but that's different," said Dave.

"Fen-land's fen-land; and you can't dree-ern that." "You can't dree-ern that," said John Warren, nodding his head in assent.
"Well, they'll drain these fields, at all events," said Hickathrift.
"Yow can't say they weant do that." "I say fen-land's fen-land," reiterated Dave, taking off his fox-skin cap and rubbing his ear viciously; "and it can't be dree-ernt." "Ah! you two are scarred about your 'coy and your rabbud-warren," cried Hickathrift good-humouredly.

"I wish they'd dree-ern the whole place and have roads all over it, so as to want carts and wains." "Nay, they nivver will," said Dave sourly.

"Tek to makkin' boats and punts, mun.