John Constable The Hay Wain

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Bill Door found he was waiting expectantly. He was not familiar with people who had an attention span of less than three seconds. ‘You work along of Miss Flitworth’s?’
YES.
‘My dad says you’ve got your feet properly under the table there.’ Bill Door couldn’t think of an answer to this because he didn’t know what it meant. It was one of those many flat statements humans made that were really just a disguise for something more subtle. which was often conveyed merely by the tone of voice or a look in the eyes, neither of which was being done by the child.‘My dad says she said she’s got boxes of treasure.’HAS SHE?‘I’ve got tuppence.’MY GOODNESS.‘Sal!’They both looked up as Mrs Lifton appeared on the doorstep.‘Bedtime for you. Stop worrying Mr Door.’OH, I ASSURE YOU SHE IS NOT -
‘Say goodnight, now.’
‘How do skelingtons go to sleep? They can’t close their eyes because -‘ He heard their voices, muffled. inside the inn.
‘You mustn’t call Mr Door that just because . . . he’s . . . very . . . he’s very thin .