Wows. Like dead leaf—brown and shrivel.
Trudge. Oh, oh, an old shipwrecked sailor, I warrant. With white and grey hair, eh, my pretty beauty spot?
Wows. Iss; all white. When night come, he put it in pocket.
Trudge. Oh! wore a wig. But the old boy taught you something more than English, I believe.
Wows. Iss.
Trudge. The devil he did! What was it?
Wows. Teach me put dry grass, red hot, in hollow white stick.
Trudge. Aye, what was that for?
Wows. Put in my mouth—go poff, poff!
Trudge. Zounds! did he teach you to smoke?