human
That was one of they rabbits after my turmuts, I reckon, said the farmer.
gpt
Terrible mischeevious little mortals they be.
human
I say, Bob, cried Eves,
gpt
We’ve a lot of other things on hand, said Templeton, dubiously.
human
You see, there’s the tar entanglement, and——
gpt
There it is again, said Eves, pointing towards a hedge some distance to the left beyond the ridge.
human
Rabbits don’t live in hedges, do they, Mr. Trenchard?
gpt
Not as a general rule, replied the farmer, cautiously;
human
Well, here you see what we’ve done, said Templeton.
gpt
The dam there holds back the stream, the water is forced to rise, and it’s now finding its way over the ridge in many little rivulets which I daresay by to-morrow morning will have flowed right over the field.
human
Well to be sure! said Mr. Trenchard.
gpt
Now that’s what I call a downright clever bit of inventing. And to think that there stream hev been a-running along there all the days of my life, and I never seed no use for un! ’Twill be the saving of my roots, young gen’l’men, and I’m much beholden to ’ee.