'True'n honour?'
'True and honour.'
The little girl relinquished her hold, but kept a guarding eye on the precious fluid.
'Where did you get it, old girl?' Bart said.
'Don't tell father?'
'Why ever not?' said Hermie.
Floss turned on her vehemently.
'I took it,' she said. 'Don't care, I'm glad. They've got a whole cask, the greedies, and lots of money, so they can get as much as they like. They get casks from the Bore, and they're sent down in the train, and they've got a cart to fetch it. They drink it all themselves—pigs! They don't care about the sheep.'
'Not the Scotts, Floss—you've not been stealing the poor Scotts' water?' cried Hermie, aghast. The Scotts lived in a miserable hut on the adjoining selection, and were the nearest neighbours.
Flossie's eyes blazed indignantly.