yer fire, Joe?" said Benny, putting on as bold a face as he could.
Joe looked at the children for a moment without speaking.
"Please do, Joe, like a good man," chimed in Nelly's plaintive voice.
"Come along with yer, then. But how are 'e out so airly?"
"Lots o' bisness on hand," was Benny's prompt reply.
"There's some'at up wi' you youngsters, I reckon. But yer not goin' to eat all these taters at once, are yer?"
"Oh, no!" said Benny, "we on'y want two apiece, and we want you to keep the rest till we comes agin."
"Very likely story," said Joe gruffly. "Where's yer bin stealing 'em from?"
"Oh, nowheres, Joe," said Nelly. "We bringed 'em from home, we did, for sure."
"Well, ain't that a-stealin' on 'em?"
"No!" said Benny stoutly. "I's tooked 'em home haaf a bob every night for t' week, and they b'longs to me."
Joe shook his head dubiously as if not certain of the soundness of Benny's logic, but made no further reply. He, however, gave his aid to the children in cooking their potatoes, which were soon done to a nicety, and even gave them a piece of bread, the remains of his own morning's repast. Thus fortified, the children were soon ready for the duties of the day.
Their first business was to go into Park Lane and get in a stock of matches for the day's sale; this done, they separated and went their different ways, agreeing to meet in the shadow
