“Ay, that’s so.”
“It’s your duty to come to me when your called,” said Ralph hotly. “The man to the master, not the master to the man.”
“Allus do,” said Nick, looking insolently at the lad first with one eye, and then with the other.
“Don’t be impertinent, sir. Now then, where are you two going?”
“Over yonder,” said the first man surlily.
“Ay, over yonder,” said the other.
“What for?”
“Fads.”
“What?”
“Fads. Young missus wants some o’ they softy stones cut to build up in the yard, round a bit o’ drain pipe, to make a puddle to keep fishes in.”