He turned towards the children and winked boldly . ' I lay they told you a sight o ' lies , then . I 've been into England fur as Wiltsheer once . I was cheated proper over a pair of hedgin ' - gloves , ' said Hobden . ` There 's fancy-talkin ' everywhere . You 've cleaved to your own parts pretty middlin ' close , Ralph . ' ` Ca n't shift an old tree ` thout it dyin ' , ' Hobden chuckled . ` An ' I be no more anxious to die than you look to be to help me with my hops tonight . ' The great man leaned against the brickwork of the roundel , and swung his arms abroad . ` Hire me ! ' was all he said , and they stumped upstairs laughing . The children heard their shovels rasp on the cloth where the yellow hops lie drying above the fires , and all the oast-house filled with the sweet , sleepy smell as they were turned . ` Who is it ? ' Una whispered to the Bee Boy . ` Dunno , no more 'n you -- if you dunno , ' said he , and smiled . The voices on the drying-floor talked and chuckled together , and the heavy footsteps moved back and forth . Presently a hop-pocket dropped through the press-hole overhead , and stiffened and fattened as they shovelled it full . ` Clank ! ' went the press , and rammed the loose stuff into tight cake . ` Gently ! '
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