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think I'm going to put up with being bullied and druv by a little nipper like as I could lay out with one 'and as easy as what I could one of them pups?" He moved his foot among the soft, strong little things that were uttering baby-growls and biting at his broken boot with their little white teeth. "Do," said Dickie bitterly, "lay me out if you want to. I don't care." "Now, now, matey"--Beale's tone changed suddenly to affectionate remonstrance--"I was only kiddin'. Don't take it like that. You know I wouldn't 'urt a 'air of yer 'ed, so I wouldn't." "I wanted us to live honest by our work--we was doing it. And you've lowered us to the cadgin' again. That's what I can't stick," said Dickie. "It wasn't. I didn't have to do a single bit of patter for it anyhow. It was a wedding, and I stopped to 'ave a squint, and there'd been a water-cart as 'ad stopped to 'ave a squint too, and made a puddle as big as a tea-tray, and all the path wet. An' the lady in her white, she looks at the path and the gent 'e looks at 'er white boots--an' I off's with me coat like that there Rally gent you yarned me about, and flops it down in the middle of the puddle, right in front of the gal. And she tips me a smile like a hangel and 'olds out 'er hand--in 'er white glove and all--and yer know what my 'ands is like, matey." [Illustration: "'AN' I OFF'S WITH ME COAT, AND FLOPS IT DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PUDDLE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GAL'" [_Page 133_] "Yes," said Dickie, "go on." "And she just touched me 'and and walks across me coat. And the people laughed and clapped--silly apes! And the gent 'e tipped me a thick 'un, and I spotted the pups a month ago, and I knew I could have 'em for five bob, so I got 'em. And I'll sell em for thribble the money, you see if I don't. An' I thought you'd be as pleased as pleased--me actin' so silly, like as if I was one of them yarns o' yourn an' all. And then first minute I gets 'ere, you sets on to me. But that's always the way." "Please, please forgive me, father," said Dickie, very much ashamed of himself; "I am so sorry. And it _was_ nice of you and I am pleased--and I do love the pups--and we won't sell all three, will us? I would so like to have one. I'd call it 'True.' One of the dogs in my dream was called that. You do forgive me, don't you, father?" "Oh! that's all right," said Beale. Next day again a little boy worked alone in a wood, and yet not alone, for a small pup spra
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