"Canst a whet a scythe?"
Another shake of the head.
"Take out arter the mowers?"
"No."
"Dibbel tates?"
"I don't know."
"Humph. Canst a milk?"
"I ken drink it, if that's wot you mean," said Benny.
"Ha! ha! Mary," raising his voice, "fotch the lad a mug o' milk." And in a few moments a stout red-armed girl brought Benny a pint mug, brimful of rich new milk.
"Ay, ay," said the old man, "I see thee canst do thy part in that direction weel eno'. Have another?"