“Stop a bit, mun,” cried George; “what do all they words mean? They bothers me.”
“I knows some of ’em,” said Abel, “and I asked Dame Datchett about the others, but she do be so cross; and I thinks some of ’em bothered she too. There’s mocking. I knows that. ‘What’s a modern, Dame?’ says I. ‘A muddle-headed fellow the likes of you,’ says she. ‘What’s a mohawk, Dame?’ says I. ‘It’s what you’ll come to before long, ye young hang-gallus,’ says she. I was feared on her, Gearge, I can tell ’ee; but I tried my luck again. ‘What’s a molar, Dame?’ says I. ‘’Tis a wus word than t’other,’ says she; ‘and, if ’ee axes me any more voolish questions, I’ll break thee yead for ’ee.’ Do ’ee think ’tis a very bad word, Gearge?” added Abel, with a rather indefensible curiosity.
“I never heard un,” said George. And this was perhaps decisive against the Dame’s statement. “And I don’t believe un neither. I think it bothered she. I believe ’tis a genteel word for a man as catches oonts. They call oonts moles in some parts, so p’r’aps they calls a man as catches moles a molar, as they calls a man as drives a mill a miller.”
“’Tis likely too, Gearge,” said Abel. “Well! Molly we knows. And moment, and moping, and moral.”
“What’s moral?” inquired George.
“’Tis what they put at the end of Vables, Gearge. There’s Vables at the end of the spelling-book, and I’ve read un all. There’s the Wolf and the Lamb, and”—
“I knows now,” said George. “’Tis like the last verse of that song about the Harnet and the Bittle. Go on, Abel.”
“Mortal. That’s swearing. Moses. That’s in the Bible, Gearge. Motive. I thought I’d try un just once more. ‘What’s a motive, Dame?’ says I. ‘I’ve got un here,’ says she, quite quiet-like. But I seed her feeling under ’s chair, and I know’d ’twas for the strap, and I ran straight off, spelling-book and all, Gearge.”
“So thee’ve been playing moocher, eh?” said George, with an unpleasant twinkle in his eyes. “What’ll Master Lake say to that?”
“Don’t ’ee tell un, Gearge!” Abel implored; “and, O Gearge! let I tell mother about the word. Maybe she’ve heard tell of it. Let I show her the letter, Gearge. She’ll read it for ’ee. She’s a scholard, is mother.”