“One to you, Johnnie. I don’t want to ride hany more.”
“What else shall I teach you?”
“Hey?”
“Come, I’ll show you over the farm.”
“Honour bright? No larks!”
“Yes; no larks!”
“Say honour.”
“Honour.”
Young Whitechapel had not very much faith in his guide, however; but he saw more country wonders that day than ever he could have dreamt of; while his strange remarks kept Archie continually laughing.
Next day the two boys went bird-nesting, and really Archie was very mischievous. He showed him a hoody-crow’s nest, which he represented as a green plover’s or lapwing’s; and a blackbird’s nest in a furze-bush, which he told Harry was a magpie’s; and so on, and so forth, till at last he got tired of the cheeky Cockney, and sent him off on a mile walk to a cairn of stones, on which he told him crows sometimes sat and “might have a nest.”