“Eez—eez,” replied the man, looking under the horse’s neck, and meaning “Yes, yes.”
“Fetch something for us,” said Mark.
“Pint?” said John laconically.
“Two,” said Bevis.
“Ar-right,” (“all right”) said John, his little brown eyes twinkling. “Ar-right, you.” For a quart of ale there were few things he would not have done: for a gallon his soul would not have had a moment’s consideration, if it had stood in the way.
Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back When pewter tankard beckons to come on!
They explained to him what they wanted him to do.
“Have you got a grate in your house?” said Bevis.
“A yarth,” said John, meaning an open hearth. “Burns wood.”
“Can you make a hot fire—very hot on it?”