It would scar yow.

Then o' soft warm nights sometimes the frogs begins, and they go on crying and piping all round you for hours." "Pooh!" said Tom; "who'd mind a few frogs ?" "And then o' still nights theer's the will o' the wipses going about and dancing over the holes in the bog." "I say, Dave, what is a will o' the wisp really like ?" "What! heven't you niver seen one, lad ?" said Dave, as he seated himself on the edge of the boat.
"No; you see we've always been away at school.

I can remember one of our men--Diggles it was--pointing out one on a dark night when I was quite young, and I saw some kind of light, and I was such a little fellow then that I ran in--frightened." "Ay, they do frecken folk," said Dave, putting a piece of brown gum in his mouth; "only you must be careful which way you run or you may go right into the bog and be smothered, and that's what the wills like." "Like! why, they're only lights," said Tom.
"They'm seem to you like lights, but they be kind o' spirits," said Dave solemnly; "and they wants you to be spirits, too, and come and play with 'em, I s'pose." "But, Dave, never mind the will o' the wisps.

Come on to the 'coy." "Nay, it's no use to go there; the nets that goes over the pipes has been charmed [gnawed] by the rats." "Yes, I know," cried Dick, laughing; "and you've put all new ones.

I heard you tell father so, and he paid you ever so much money.