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 ! ' they heard Hobden cry . ` You 'll bust her crop if you lay on so . You be as careless as Gleason 's bull , Tom . Come an ' sit by the fires . She 'll do now . ' They came down , and as Hobden opened the shutter to see if the potatoes were done Tom Shoesmith said to the children , ` Put a plenty salt on 'em . That 'll show you the sort o ' man I be . ' Again he winked , and again the Bee Boy laughed and Una stared at Dan . ' I know what sort o ' man you be , ' old Hobden grunted , groping for the potatoes round the fire . ` Do ye ? '
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