"'Yes, guv'ner.'
"'What was it like?'
"'I hardly know what it was like, guv'ner,' said Phil, considering.
"'How did you know it was the country?'
"'On accounts of the grass, I think. And the swans upon it,' says Phil, after further consideration.
"'What were the swans doing on the grass?'
"'They was a eating of it, I expect,' says Phil. . . .
"'The country,' says Mr. George, applying his knife and fork, 'why I suppose you never clapped your eyes on the country, Phil?'
"'I see the marshes once,' says Phil, contentedly eating his breakfast.
"'What marshes?'