human
I say, he said,
gpt
Has he? So has my father, said Dick staring.
human
Are yours mounted with brass and with brass pans?
gpt
Yes, and got lions' heads on the handles just at the end.
human
Ours are just the same, said Dick.
gpt
I say, Tom, it won't be very pleasant for the spirits if they come now. Hullo, what does Hicky want?
human
Thowt you lads 'd like to see, he said.
gpt
What d'yer think o' them?
human
Are these yours?
gpt
Yes and no, lads. They're for me and Jacob, and we've got orders to be ready at any time to join in and help run down them as does all the mischief; but it's a sorry business, lads. Powther and shot's no use. Yow can't get shut of sperrits that ways. Good goons, aren't they?
human
I don't see much use in our going down here, said Tom,
gpt
Only we don't have to go so far to see the men at work. I suppose one of these days we shall have Mr Marston setting up huts for the men about the Toft. Hist! look out! What's that?
human
Whittrick! said Tom, running in pursuit of the little animal which crossed their path.
gpt
There must be rabbits about here.
human
Yes. Do you know what they call whittricks down south?
gpt
No.
human
Stoats.
gpt
How stupid! said Tom after a vain chase after the snaky-looking little creature.
human
They must be very silly people down south. Do they call them stoats in London?
gpt
Haven't got any in London--only rats.