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"No, sir, that's a butchery sort o' way; but I'm ready to give 'em a wopses' nest squib to bring 'em to their senses." "Out of their senses, man!" cried Mr Frewen, impatiently. "It means death, I tell you wholesale murder. The men, I repeat, are not rats." "Well, sir, they're behaving like 'em, and there's no gammon about it now.

William looked down at his sacred uniform and scowled. "I'm a scout," he said loftily. "'Cout?" repeated the apparition, with an air of polite boredom. "Wot's your name?" "William." "Mine's Thomas. Will you catch me a wopse? Look at my wopses!" He opened the bag slightly and William caught sight of a crowd of wasps buzzing about inside the bag. "Want more," demanded the infant. "Want lots more.

"Now then," said Sam, wheezing away at a dreadful rate, "I'm not going with you, you know, so you take the bellows, Master Harry; and I should take some boughs, if I were you, and beat the wopses off if they gets loose. The nest is in the plantation, in the dead willow-tree that lies by the path; so now go on, and good luck to you."

Lord, Lord! We larfed nigh to split ourselves that arternoon; we was all makin' 'ay an' th' owld Squire was workin' wi' us for fun-like. 'I don't think much o' God, father! sez Miss Maryllia, runnin' up to 'im, an' liftin' up all 'er petticuts an' shewin' the purtiest little legs ye ever seed; 'Nurse sez He made the wopses! He-ee-ee-hor-hor- hor!"

"Ah," said he, "if I was a young gentleman, I should go down the north planting hedge, close to the dung-heaps; they do say there is a sight of snakes there; but in course you young gentlemen won't go, for as you're afraid of wopses, in course you won't like to go where there's snakes."

"But that's Polperro, all over. Do you know what they tell about you, down to St. Ann's?" Mr. Job came from St. Ann's "They say, down there, that every man-child in Polperro is born with a patch in the seat of his " Mr. Job stood up and cast a hand behind him, to explain. . . . "I put it there to keep off the wopses," said Captain Jacka.

I think I'll do a bit of this business myself while I've got the chance for if I don't, ten to one he'll be tellin' the story of the wopses' nest next, and a fine oncommon show we'll make of ourselves 'ere with our manners." And he coughed loudly "Ahem! Josey, will you tell Miss Vancourt about the Five Sisters, or shall I?" Maryllia glanced from one to the other in bewilderment.

"Ha!" said Sam, stopping to wipe his scythe, and drawing his rubber out of the sheath on his back. "Ha! I know what you all wants. You wants to know how the wopses' nest is a gettin' on." "No, we don't," said chief spokesman Harry; "but we'll go presently and see, though. We want our stilts, that you've got somewhere."

Wherefore I sez: why not 'ave this 'ere musty-fusty place, a reg'ler breedin' 'ole for hinsects, wopses, 'ornits, snails an' green caterpillars ah! an' I shouldn't wonder if potato-fly got amongst 'em, too! why not, I say, have it cleaned out?"

Josey heard all this nonsense babble with delighted interest, and surveyed the tops of his decorated boots with much admiration. "Ain't she a little caution!" he said "She do mind me somehow of th' owld Squire's gel! Ay, she do! Miss Maryllia was just as peart and dauntsome when she was her age. Did I ever tell ye, Passon, 'bout Miss Maryllia's legs an' the wopses' nest?" John started violently.