WATER SUPPLY
'When we lived at X,' remarked the old man, 'we 'ad a fine ole time gettin' water. Every summer about now the well run dry or got so low you couldn't get muter. Landlord was a decent chap but inclined to go 'alf-cocked. Bought one o' them wind things to pump water, forgettin' that you got to go where there's plenty o' wind in the first place Next 'e moved the windmill to another well an' pumped that, but the water dried up just the same. Finally 'e went an' dug a 'ole up the 'ill a bit farther. Water come down without the windmill affair, but about that time they started on some new scheme 'igher up still, an' that seemed to be certain to cut all the water off. We moved then. Landlord said 'e'd get compensation, but you can't make tea with compensation an' I never 'card of nobody washin' in it. My missus wouldn't wait to try, any old 'ow!'
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