88 CONVERSATIONAL HINTS 



Chuff's Farm. Eeckon 'e's goin' to hev 'is supper 

 there to-night. 



Second B. And a pretty meal 'e '11 make of it. 

 Pheasant for breakfast, pheasant for dinner, 

 pheasant for tea ; I'll lay 'e don't get much 

 thinner. 



One of the Guns (to the Keeper). Nuisance 

 about that fox, Sykes. 



Keeper. Nuisance, sir ? You may say that. 

 Why, I've seen as many as four o' them blamed 

 varmints one after another in this 'ere blessed 

 wood. Did you see 'im, sir ? I wish you'd a shot 

 'im just by mistake. Nobody wouldn't a missed 

 'im. But there, a-course I daren't touch 'em. Mr. 

 Chalmers wouldn't like it, and a-course I couldn't 

 bring myself to do it. But I do say, we've got too 

 many on 'em, and we never get the hounds, or if 

 they do come, they don't kill. What am I to do ? 

 Mr. Chalmers wants birds, and 'e wants foxes too. 

 I tell 'im 'e can't have both. I does my best, but 

 what's a man to do with a couple o' thousand foxes 

 nippin' the heads off of his birds ? Fairly breaks 

 my heart, sir. Keep ? em alive, indeed ! Live and 

 let live's my rnotter, but it ain't the plan o' them 

 blamed foxes. [And so forth ad lib. 



