A CHILD OF THE JAGO
mornin' till night, an' treated ungrateful. Wot did 'e sack, ye for?"
"I dunno. Took a fit in 'is 'ead, I s'pose. Wotcher goin' ter give me for this mat? It's a two an' three mat."
"Want somethink to eat, doncher?" suggested Mr. Weeeh, glancing at a heap of stale cake.
"No, I do n't," Dicky answered, with sulky resolution. "I want money."
"Awright," said Mr.Weech, resignedly. "You ain't 'ad much to eat an' drink 'ere for a long time, though. But I'll do the 'an'some, seein' you're bin treated ungrateful by Grinder. 'Ere's twopence."
But Dicky held to the mat. "Twopence ain't enough," he said. "I want fourpence." He meant to spare nobody—not even Mr. Weech.
"Wot? Fourpence?" gasped Mr Weech, indignantly. "W'y, you're mad. Take it away."
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