"Aw, ye wouldn't think it's true, would ye, now?" said Ned, with a wink at Dan and a "glime" at Davy.
"And what's that?" said Dan, with another "glime" at the lad.
"Why, that the like o' yander is tackin' round the gels."
"D'ye raely mane it?" said Dan, dropping his herring and lifting his eyes.
Ewan coughed with some volume, and said, "There, there, Dan—there, there."
"Yes, though, and sniffin' and snuffin' abaft of them astonishin'," Ned Teare put it again.
"Aw, well, well, well," said Dan, turning up afresh the whites of his eyes.
There was not a sign from Davy; he broke his potato more carefully, and took both hands and both eyes to strip away its jacket.
"Yes, yes, the craythur's doing somethin' in the spooney line," said Billy Quilleash; "him as hasn't the hayseed out of his hair yet."
"Aw, well," said Dan, pretending to come to Davy's relief, "it isn't raisonable but the lad should be coortin' some gel now."