the bargain. Now for a roast tater, my gal, and you'll feel as right as ninepence."
And, taking his sister by the hand, they harried away at a quick trot, lessening their pace only when they were quite out of breathy and Nelly declared she was quite warm.
"Here's the tater man," said Benny; "now for't, my gal. Pennorth o' taters—hot, plaise, an' a good sprinkle o' salt," said Benny, with quite an air of importance.
"All right, my young gent, 'ere you are;" and the man put three moderate-sized potatoes into Benny's outstretched palms.
"Now for old Joe's fire, Nell, where the roads is a-mend-in';" and once more they hurried away at the same quick trot.
In the next street they caught sight of the glowing grate of Joe Wragg, the night watchman, and of Joe himself, sitting in the doorway of his little wooden hut.
"You ax him, Nell," whispered Benny;" he winna say no to you."
"May we eat our taters by your fire, Joe?" said the plaintive voice of little Nelly, as she placed her tiny hand on the fence, on which a red light was burning.
"What dost 'a say, little woman?" said Joe, in a rough though not unkindly voice.
"May we eat our taters by your fire, please — Benny an' me?"
"Ay, ay, my little 'arties. Come along, I'll make room for 'e here;" and honest old Joe moved aside to make room for the little waifs who sought shelter from the biting cold.
