Steve. From Simon’s Pool, George?
George. I count her must have went across the plank afore ’twas fairly daylight. And, being slippery, like, from the snow, and her—her—as you did say.
Steve. In liquor.
George. I reckon as her missed her footing, like.
Steve. Well, upon my word, George, who’d have thought on such a thing!
George. I count as her had been in the water and below the ice a smartish while afore they catched sight of she.
Steve. Well, ’tis a cold finish to a hot life.
George. They took and laid her on the grass, Steve, as I comed by.
Steve. If it had been me, I’d have turned the head of me t’other side.
George. There was summat in the fashion her was laid, Steve, as drawed I near for to get a sight of the face of she.