“Father saw sax saumon in the black pool,” he cried eagerly.
“Then they’ll have to stop,” said Kenneth gloomily.
“Eh?”
“There’s a chap coming down from London.”
“To fesh?”
“Suppose so. We’ve got to go and meet him.”
“With ta pony?”
“No, the boat; coming by the Grenadier.”
“Ou ay.”
“It’s a great bother, Scood.”