“Yes, I sin ’em both last night.”
“Saw whom?”
“Young Squire and his gal.”
“Young Squire” made Mrs Wilton smile; “his gal” seemed to set her teeth on edge.
“Humph! Are you sure?” said Wilton.
“Sewer? Ay, I know young Squire well enough. Hit me many a time. Haw-haw! Know young Squire—I should think I do!”
“Say ‘sir,’” whispered Samuel again.
“Sheeawn’t,” cried the fellow. “You mind your own business.”
“Attend to me, sir,” cried Wilton, in his sternest bench manner.
“Well, I am a-try’n’ to, master, on’y he keeps on kedgin’ me.”