“To the cemetery?”
“Oy, maister, on t’ hill, over by yonder.”
“Ah! well! how are we to get into this building?”
“I’ll rin and get the key fra’ m’ oncle, Silas Kirby, t’ sexton.”
“And don’t you know, papa, we have got that letter and parcel from John Kirby to his father?” said Wynnette.
“Yes, yes, my dear, I know.”
“Well, then, may we not go to the sexton ourselves?”
“I will see. How far is your uncle’s home from here?” inquired Mr. Force of the driver.
“Whoy, joost by t’other gate o’ the churchyard,” replied the man.
“Then we will leave the carriage here and go across to his house, to take something we have brought for your grandfather,” said Mr. Force.