Peter and Mary answered that so far they were quite able to follow him, and Mary added: "A cruel kind larned man be Master. Sees a thing to wance, he du."
"Us ha' got innards, and they'm called vowels," Master went on. "Some calls 'em intestates, but that be just another name for the same thing. Us ha' got five large vowels, and two small ones. The large ones be called a, e, i, o, u, and the small ones be called w and y. I can't tell ye why, but 'tis so. Some of them peas yew ha' swallowed have got into a, and some ha' got into o, and mebbe some ha' got into w and y. Du'ye understand what I mean?"
The invalids replied untruthfully that they did, while Peter stated that Master had done him good already.
"They be growing there, and 'tis the growing that gripes ye. Du'ye understand that?" continued Master.
Peter ventured to ask how much growth might be looked for.
"They grows six foot and more, if they bain't stopped," said Master ominously.
"How be us to stop 'em?" wailed Mary.
"I'll tell ye," said Master. "Yew mun get home and bide quiet, and not drink. Then mebbe the peas will wilt off and die wi'out taking root."
"Shall us dig up the pills and tak' some?" Suggested Peter.
"Best let 'em bide. They be doing the ground good," said Master. "It bain't nothing serious, varmer," he went on. "Yew and Mary will be well again to-morrow. Don't ye drink and 'twill be all right. The peas will die of what us calls instantaneous combustion. If yew was to swallow anything to pizen 'em 'twould pizen yew tu. Aw now, you might rub a little ammonia on your bellies just to mak' 'em feel uneasy-like. I'll get ye a drop in a bottle. Nothing's no trouble, varmer."