"There's a big pan out there in the middle. If a man could reach that he could choose the path beyond."
"'Tis not a big pan."
"Oh, 'tis a fairish sort o' pan."
"'Tis not big enough, Tommy."
Tommy Lark, staggering in the motion of the ice, almost off his balance, peered at the pan in the middle of the lane.
"'Twould easily bear a man," said he.
"'Twould never bear two men."
"Maybe not."
"Isn't no 'maybe' about it," Rowl declared. "I'm sure 'twouldn't bear two men."
"No," Tommy Lark agreed. "I 'low 'twouldn't."