“Ah, you may laugh, sir; but Parson Maxted’s handsome young Jarsey cow did die.”
“Well, all cows die some time,” cried Tom.
“Ay, sir, that’s true; but not after old Mother Warboys has stood cussin’ for ever so long about the milk.”
“And did she?”
“Ay, that she did, sir, right in the middle o’ the road, because the cook give her yes’day’s skim-milk instead o’ to-day’s noo.”
Tom laughed again.
“I say, what about the pears?”
“Ay, what about the pears? You wouldn’t come down in the dark and keep watch.”
“Wouldn’t I!” cried Tom excitedly.
“Besides, we might ketch him, and him fly at you.”