“Why, that would have been easy enough. Only the other day I throwed out a lot that belonged to your grandfather.”
Edwin blushed at this sacrilege. “And could Uncle Will find water with a twig?” he asked.
“Not I,” laughed his uncle. “But they do say it runs in families. Have you ever tried, John?”
“I tried when I was a boy,” said Mr. Ingleby, “but nothing happened.”
“I expect our Joe could,” said Aunt Sarah Jane, with infinite faith in her offspring.
“No, mother, I’ve tried it,” said Joe, from the lamplit corner where he was wrestling with the science of sanitary inspection.
“I wonder if I could . . .” said Edwin.
“Well, you shall have a try,” laughed his uncle.
“At this time o’ night?” said Aunt Sarah Jane, scandalised.
“Let the boy have a try,” said Uncle Will, rising. “’Tis a beautivul moonlight night, and I’ll take him over the field where the new water-pipe runs.”