“Rather; I believe you my boy; stunners too.”
“Thee be too young, it’s my thinking.”
“Well, that’s what the Governor says; everybody says I’m too young; but I hope to mend that fault, Master Bumpkin, if I don’t get the better of any other.”
“I wish I wur as old in the ’ead; but tell I, lad, hast thee ’eard anything? Thee might just as well tell I; it wunt goo no furder.”
Horatio put his finger to his nose and made a number of dumb signs, expressive of more than mere words could convey.
“Danged if I can mak’ thee out,” said Bumpkin.
“You recollect that ride we had in the gig.”
“Ha, now it’s coming,” thought he; “I shall have un now,” so he answered: “Well, it wur nice, wurn’t ur?”
“Never enjoyed myself more in my life,” rejoined Horatio; “what a nice morning it was!”
“Beautiful!”