'There's been a naccydent, says the Missus: 'but thank the Lord the vittles is cold! 'Maybe he've forgot the day, says the Vicar; 'but any way, we'll give en another ha'f-hour's grace an' then set-to, says he, takin' pity on the noises old Truslove was makin' inside his weskit. . . . So said, so done. At two-thirty service bein' fixed for ha'f-after-three they all fell to work.