“Ah, well, I don’t know!” cried Dick. “All I know is that the stacks were burnt.”
“Weer they, lad?”
“Yes, and the stables.”
Dave made a clucking noise with his tongue.
“And the house had a narrow escape.”
“Hey, bud it’s straänge; and will Tallington hev to flit (move, change residence) then?”
“No; the house is right all but one room.”
“Eh, bud I’m straänge and glad o’ that, lad. Well, we can’t goo liggering to-day, lad. It wouldn’t be neighbourly.”
“No, I shouldn’t care to go to-day, Dave, and without Tom. What are you going to do?”
“Throost the punt along as far as I can, and when I’ve gotten to the end o’ the watter tie her oop to the pole, and walk over to see the plaäce.”