“And where’s that?”
“Ye go along t’ Sheffield road till ye coom to t’ mill. Turn to yer left, as if ye were goin’ to Sheffield, till ye coom to t’ Blue Boar. Bear to yer left across t’ fields, and that’s Sedge Bend.”
“Isn’t there a shorter way across the fields? That must be such a long way round.”
“Ay, but ye maunna go t’ short way. They’re a roough lot down at Long Sedge, and ye maun keep to t’ road.”
“Well, I shall go this very day and interview Mrs. Lund. I’m afraid, though, I shall be short of accommodation if I buy many more chickens.”
“Nea, Ah’ll rig ye oop some nests and a perch in t’ auld toolhouse yonder. Ah can do ’t in an hour.”
“It’s awfully good of you, but you needn’t hurry with it, for I shan’t start till after luncheon.”
“But start as early as ye can. It doan’t do to be late, by oneself, in those parts.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to start in good time, and I’ll take a big basket, to bring some of the chickens back in.”
“Best let mea fetch ’em for ye to-morrow; Ah can’t get away to-day. It’s not for t’ loikes o’ you to carry baskets o’ live stock along t’ roads.”