Nay, I heered nowt!" "Of course you wouldn't, Dave! The light shone in at my window and woke me up, and we were all there working with buckets to put it out!" "Wucking wi' boockets!" said Dave slowly as he stared in the direction of Tallington's farm.

"Hey, but I wish I'd been theer!" "I wish you had, Dave!" "Did she blaaze much, mun ?" "Blaze! why, everything was lit up, and the smoke and sparks flew in clouds!" "Did it, though ?" said Dave thoughtfully.

"Now, look here, lad," he continued, taking out his tobacco-box; "some on 'em says a man shouldn't tak' his bit o' opium, and that he should smoke 'bacco.

I say it's wrong.

If I smoked 'bacco some night I should set my plaace afire, 'stead o' just rolling up a bit o' stoof and clapping it in my mooth." "I don't know what you mean, Dave," cried Dick.
"Then I'll tell'ee, lad.