“Eez, miss, it be I,” rubbing his eyes; “and main stiff I be.”
“How ever did you come here?”
“Where are we?” said Geoffrey. “What part of the Down is this? Where are Moonlight Firs?”
“Aw, doan’tee caddie me zo, measter.”
“But we want to get home,” said Margaret. “Now tell us quickly.”
“Be you lost too, miss?” The shepherd to save his life could not have answered a question direct.
“You don’t mean that you have been lost, Jabez?”
“I wur last night. I twisted thuck leg.”
“But where are we?”
“Aw, you bean’t very fur from th’ Warren.”