human
It's them sperrits of the fen as has done it all.
gpt
Ay, so it be! roared Hickathrift.
human
Ay! Hey, bud if I could git one of 'em joost now by scruff of his neck and the seat of his breeches, I'd--I'd--I'd roast him.
gpt
Then it was no accident, Hickathrift?
human
Yes, squire, said the man bitterly;
gpt
he added, as the farmer came panting up with Tom.
human
Come to waarm theesen, farmer? It's my turn now.
gpt
My lad! My lad! panted the farmer,
human
I am sorry.
gpt
Thanky, farmer; but fine words butter no parsneps. Theer, bairn, he cried, putting his arm round his wife's waist;
human
And no oven, no roof, no fireside.
gpt
Hush! hush! bairn! said the big fellow thickly.
human
Don't I tell thee I'm going to begin again! What say, Mester Dick? Nay, nay, lad, nay.
gpt
What did Dick say?
human
Hush, Hicky!
gpt
Nay, lad, I wean't hoosh! Said, squire, as he's got thretty shillings saved up, and he'd give it to me to start wi'.
human
And so he shall, my man, and other neighbours will help you too. I'll make Dick's thirty shillings a hundred guineas.
gpt
Well, I can't do that, Hickathrift, said Farmer Tallington;