“Well, what else?”
“Lot man coming and going way ’gain.”
“There!” said Morgan, triumphantly. “Now, Master George, was I right?”
“Who are they, Pomp?” I whispered. “Look, quick!”
“Pomp can’t look, so ’leepy.”
“But you must.”
“Pomp go back—go ’leep.”
“No, on, please look again. Oh, Pomp!”
“Mass’ George want Pomp look?”
“Yes, yes.”