“Oh, I dare say.”
“The guv’ has gone on in the other caravans to the fair, which is to take place—bedad, I don’t know rightly where it’s to take place, but I’m to be there some time to-morrow.”
“Oh, you’re in the travelling show line, are you?”
“The guv’nor is—I’m only an ondherstrapper, as you may call it—a sort of handy man. But there’s a power of work to get through in one way and another.”
“Then where are you now bound for?”
“Is it where I am goin’ you mane?”
“Yes.”
“Och, sure, but it’s at a bit of a roadside house I’m afther making for—‘The Blue Dolphin.’”
“And where is that situated?”
“Where? Sure, now, an’ it’ll be about a mile or so this side of Pocklington.”