“It would hardly do—”
“Do—it jist wud, thin.”
Jiggins shook his head.
“The fact is, I have my doubts about it. I don’t think it’s altogether right.”
“Thin what made ye ate it for?” said Pat. “There wor others that thought it was all right—they did.”
“I felt badly while eating it. I felt it was—not—right.”
“Do ye mane it wasn’t done right?”
Jiggins shook his head.
“Well,” said Pat, “if ye didn’t like the duck, how did ye like the pig? Ye’ll not be findin’ fault with that, I think.”
Jiggins shook his head.