human
Yon's your way, nodded the Waggoner, pointing along the high road,
gpt
Dapplemere village lies over yonder, 'bout a mile.
human
Thank you very much, said Bellew,
gpt
No?
human
Certainly not,
gpt
Then--what do ye want?
human
Oh well, I'll just go on lying here, and see what turns up,--so drive on, like the good fellow you are.
gpt
Can't be done!
human
Why not?
gpt
Why, since you ax me--because I don't have to drive no farther. There be the farm-house,--over the up-land yonder, you can't see it because o' the trees, but there it be.
human
What do I owe you?
gpt
Owe me!
human
For the ride, and the--er--very necessary exercise you afforded me.
gpt
Lord! cried the Waggoner with a sudden, great laugh,
human
You certainly did!
gpt
Hey!--what be this?
human
Well, I rather think it's five shillings, said Bellew.
gpt
It's big enough, heaven knows. English money is all O.K., I suppose, but it's confoundedly confusing, and rather heavy to drag around if you happen to have enough of it--
human
Ah! nodded the Waggoner,