He 'ant naw pride in 'im, and we'll git 'im to speechify for us
arter dinner.
EVA.
Yes, father! [_Exit_.
STEER.
Coom along then, all the rest o' ye! Churchwarden be a coomin, thaw me
and 'im we niver 'grees about the tithe; and Parson mebbe, thaw he
niver mended that gap i' the glebe fence as I telled 'im; and
Blacksmith, thaw he niver shoes a herse to my likings; and Baaeker,
thaw I sticks to hoaem-maaede--but all on 'em welcome, all on 'em
welcome; and I've hed the long barn cleared out of all the machines,
and the sacks, and the taaeters, and the mangles, and theer'll be room
anew for all o' ye. Foller me.
ALL.
Yeas, yeas! Three cheers for Mr. Steer!
[_All exeunt except_ DOBSON _into barn_.
_Enter_ EDGAR.
DOBSON (_who is going, turns_).
Squire!--if so be you be a squire.
EDGAR.
Dobbins, I think.
DOBSON.
Dobbins, you thinks; and I thinks ye weaers a Lunnun boot.
EDGAR.
Well?
DOBSON.
And I thinks I'd like to taaeke the measure o' your foot.
EDGAR.
Ay, if you'd like to measure your own length upon the grass.
DOBSON.
Coom, coom, that's a good un.
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