“I hope thee’st nawthin’ troublin’ ee, granfer?” said the girl, who had been casting anxious glances from time to time at the old man.
“No, no, my dear, only I dropped across a badger laast night, and I’ve bin thinkin’ how I might come by hes eearth: I’m to see the Squire about et furst thing in the mornin’.”
“But badgers are plenty enuf, granfer, I daresay Vennie could find wan in a few minits ef you were to turn her out on the moor.”
“Iss, iss, my dear, grey badgers es plenty enuf as you say, too plenty for me, the varmints; but ’twas a white wan I seed.”
“A white wan, granfer?”
“Iss, a white wan; surely thee dosn’t misdoubt me, Ravena?”
“No, no, granfer dear, I make no doubt thee didst see wan, and I do wish thee luck in catchen of un. You’ll dig it out, I s’pose?”
“Iss, iss, the Squire says theere’s only wan way of taakin’ a badger by fair play, and thet’s by diggin’ un out.”
“Then you must find where et’s earth es, and that may take a bra’ passel of time.”
“Ezackly so, the Squire may fret and fume, but theere, nawthin’ can be done till we knaw wheere et es. Now, my dear, let us be off upstairs for I’m tired.”