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"You mak' straight for yon star and yow'll be right. That star's reight over the Toft. Now, then off!" There was a momentary hesitation, and then the boys struck the ice almost at the same time.
"Nay, nay, we'll try yon one first," said Dave, for both the remaining trimmers were in sight, and though not where they had been laid down, they seemed to be no farther off than a lively bait and the wind might have taken them. "Theer, lads, yow'll hev to be saddisfied wi' what yow've got. No more to-day." "Oh, very well!" said Dick; "but I wish we'd got something more to eat."
Tain't no use to bring't, a bit; for we have more noo than we've got watter for; and then yow'll come grummle, grummle, grummle, because 'tisn't doone; sow yow'd betther tak't somewheres else." "Knock, knock; rap, rap, rap," came the summons at the gate again; and this time, instead of muttering and "grumbling" to himself, Dusty Bob got up and went to see who was there.
"Ay, lad, and rabbuds," assented Dave; "and it weer nivver meant to grow corn and grass. 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.
"Half a mile on yow'll come to a fork. Tek the road on the right and just ride after y'r nose. Fetch the drench, Bob!" She carried it off well, but I felt there was a deep strain of roguery in her. Still, willing to part on a lighter note, I gave her the crown, saying, "You deserve a better trade." "It's none so bad," she said. "And a better husband." "Oddones! D'ye think...."
"I need not be more particular to you, since I know that my Letter to my Lord Townshend will come into your hands, so shall only now give you the assurances of my being, with great sincerity, "I long exceedingly for a return of my former dispatches to the Secretary's about Methven and Colll Urquhart, and my wife's cousins, Balnamoon and Phinaven. "I must beg yow'll give my humble service to Mr.
"Why, Mester Dick, yow'll have to get root on a sled or she weant move." "Oh, we'll do it directly!" cried Dick. "Here, Tom, you give a good shove behind. Now, then, pull up!" Tom thrust with all his might, while Dick dragged at the donkey's head-stall, and once more, after offering a few objections, Solomon tightened the traces and rope, and tugged with all his might, but the root did not move.
"I need not be more particular to you, since I know that my Letter to my Lord Townshend will come into your hands, so shall only now give you the assurances of my being, with great sincerity, "I long exceedingly for a return of my former dispatches to the Secretary's about Methven and Colll Urquhart, and my wife's cousins, Balnamoon and Phinaven. "I must beg yow'll give my humble service to Mr.
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