kˈæθi nˈoʊts hiːz kˈʌm ɐ lˈɔŋ wˈeɪ sˈɪns hɪz jˈuːθ æt ðə bˈæɹoʊ, bˌʌt ɹᵻbˈɛkə sˈɛz ɪt wʌz ɹˈiəli ˈoʊnli ɐ fjˈuː mˈaɪlz "æz ðə kɹˈoʊ flˈaɪz.
Cathy notes he's come a long way since his youth at the barrow, but Rebecca says it was really only a few miles "as the crow flies.