‘’Am an' heggs, sir; grilled salmon, sir; an' 'spatch-cock! An' w'ich will yer 'ave?'
'What is 'spatch-cock, Master Chops?'
'First ye catches yer little cock, sir, no matter w'ere. Then, w'en 'e's dead an' trussed, ye divides 'im down the back like a kippered 'erring, an' does 'im over a clear fire—gipsy fashion.'
'I'll have 'spatch-cock, Chops.'
'An' please, sir, I was to take the boss's compliments, an' would ye like to 'ave yer meals in the big marquee or in the caravan all by yerself like?'
'My compliments to your master, and please say I'm too shy yet, and so I'll feed where I am for a day or two.'
'Right ye be, sir, an' I was to 'tend on ye like. An' Mrs Pendlebury will make yer bed an' tidy up, an' Lotty Biffins Lee 'erself will put in the wild-flowers.'
'Capital! But who is Mrs Pendlebury?'
'Why, she as 'as just gone hoff—Skeleton's wife.'