'But John Collins was our masterpiece! He happened along-street (his jaw tied up where
'I reckon you'll find her middlin' heavy, he says.'
Sebastian had clouted him) when we were trundling the first demi-cannon through the lych-gate.
'"I reckon you'll find her middlin' heavy," he says. "If you've a mind to pay, I'll loan ye my timber-tug. She won't lie easy on ary wool-wain."
'That was the one time I ever saw Sebastian taken flat aback. He opened and shut his mouth, fishy-like.