Billy's mother was greatly upset by this loss (for a waistcoat cost at least a couple of bob in those days). In time, however, it was forgotten — until, the following summer, when Boy Billy went on the annual Sunday school outing again – this time to Cromer. On returning home he came joyfully shouting along the garden path: "Mother! Mother, I're found me wescut!" "Found yar wescut?" said his mother, "Where on arth did you find that, boy?" "Why," said Billy, that wus under me vest orl the toime!" * * * HARE TERDAY – GORN TERMORRER When he left school, Boy Billy went to work for a master who was well-known for his interest in hare coursing and one fine morning, in April, he sent Billy to the railway station to collect a live hare, which had been brought in to improve the local strain. The hare was in a wicker basket, with a lid, upon which Billy sat down on his way back. All of a sudden the wicker basket burst open, under Boy Billy's weight, and the hare escaped. Going like a shot out of a gun, it was. However, being a bit flummoxed by its new surroundings, the hare didn't get far, but, every time Boy Billy approached, it darted off. At last, not really knowing what to do, Boy Billy decided to appeal to the hare's common sense. "Dew yew cum on hare, you duzzy ole fule," he said, ripping the destination label off the basket, "yew don't know where yew're a-gorn to, 'corss I're got the mucky learbel." * * * BOY BILLY GOES A-COURTING Soon after dark, one spring evening, Boy Billy went a-courting, holding a lantern in front of him to show the way. As he was walking along a loke, Boy Billy happened to bump into his master, who called out '="Good evenin', boy" to him. "Good evening, master," Boy Billy replied, courteously. "Is that yew, Boy Billy?" asked his guv'ner. "Yis, that is, master," he replied. "Where on arth are yew a-gorn, this toime a noight?" his guv'ner questioned. Boy Billy replied that he wus a-gorn a-courtin'. " A-courtin' are yew?" laughed his master. "Well, when Oi went a-courtin' Oi never took a lantern alonger me..." "Noo," replied the Boy Billy, "Oi gathered that, the fist toime Oi see yar missus." Some pictures of Wymondham
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