"Good-morning, Caleb."
"Aw, mornin' to 'ee, sir. You took me unawares—
"All for to fetch home,
The summer an' the May, O!
For summer is a-come,
An' winter es a-go.'"
"All for to fetch home,
The summer an' the May, O!
For summer is a-come,
An' winter es a-go.'"
"Caleb, I have seen a ghost."
The mallet stopped in mid-descent. Caleb looked up again open-mouthed.
"Tom Twist and Harry Dingle!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Figger o' speech, sir, meanin' 'Who'd ha' thought et?' Whose ghost, sir, ef 'taint a rude question?"
Mr. Fogo told his story.