‘ ‘Ow yes, they would,’ says I, a-imitatin’of him.‘They always like a bone or two to clean their teeth on about tea time, which you ‘as a bagful.’ ‘Well, it was a odd thing, but when the animiles see us a-talkin’ they lay down, and when I went over to Bersicker he let me stroke his ears same as ever. That there man kem over, and blessed but if he didn’t put in his hand and stroke the old wolf’s ears too! ‘‘Tyke care,’ says I. ‘Bersicker is quick.’ ‘‘Never mind,’ he says. I’m used to ‘em!’ ‘‘Are you in the business yourself?’ I says, tyking off my ‘at, for a man what trades in wolves, anceterer, is a good friend to keepers.
‘‘Nom’ says he, ‘not exactly in the business, but I ‘ave made pets of several.’ and with that he lifts his ‘at as perlite as a lord, and walks away. Old Bersicker kep’
