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The Young Squire

I met the new squire this evening. He came in to speak to Martha before the parish meeting. I heard the big car pulling up outside and then he was banging on the door.

I recognised him straight off with that cycling hat on his head.

"Ev'nin', Sir Toby," I said.

"Call me Dave," he said straightaway.

"Right-o, Sir Toby," I said.

"I wanted to speak to your wife," he said. He did speak posh.

"You'd best come in then," I said.

The news was just finishing, and the Archers were about to come on. I walked over to the radio.

"You needn´t turn the radio off," he said.

"I were going to turn it up," I told him.