“Hey! bud theer is the roke (smoke or vapour) sewer enough!”
“Didn’t you see it last night?”
“Nay, lad; I fished till I couldn’t see, for the baits, and then went home and fitted the hooks on to the bands and see to the blethers, and then I happed mysen oop and went to sleep.”
“And heard and saw nothing of the fire?”
“Nay, I see nowt, lad. Two mile to my plaäce from here and two mile from here to Grimsey, mak’s four mile. Nay, I heered nowt!”
“Of course you wouldn’t, Dave! The light shone in at my window and woke me up, and we were all there working with buckets to put it out!”
“Wucking wi’ boockets!” said Dave slowly as he stared in the direction of Tallington’s farm. “Hey, but I wish I’d been theer!”
“I wish you had, Dave!”
“Did she blaäze much, mun?”
“Blaze! why, everything was lit up, and the smoke and sparks flew in clouds!”