When it goes out I can tak' away the sticks and let the poont down and go to sleep.
Come and see me again, lads, and bring me a moothful o' something.
Mebbe the ice'll bear to-morrow." "We'll come, Dave, never fear," said Dick, taking out his knife as he reached the ice, and cleaning the mud off his skates, for the ground was soft near the fire, though hard as iron everywhere else.
"I don't fear, lads," said Dave smiling, and letting off his watchman-rattle laugh.

"It's a bad job, but not so bad as Farmer Tallington's stables burning, or squire's beasts heving theer legs cooten.

I'll soon get oop another house when I've been and seen neighbour Hickathrift for some wood.

Now, then, off you go, and see who's best man over the ice." "One moment, Dave," cried Dick, checking himself in the act of starting.
"It was easy enough to come here with the fire to guide us, but we must know which way to go back." "Ay, to be sure, lad," cried Dave eagerly.

"You mak' straight for yon star and yow'll be right.