anxiously regarding him. "Something in the sneaking way, where it was pretty sure work, and not much more risk than being at home."
"What do you think of the old ladies?" asked the Jew. "There's a good deal of money made in snatching their bags and parcels, and running round the corner."
"Don't they holler out a good deal, and scratch sometimes?" asked Noah, shaking his head. "I don't think that would answer my purpose. Ain't there any other line open?"
"Stop," said the Jew, laying his hand on Noah's knee. "The kinchin lay."
"What's that?" demanded Mr. Claypole.
"The kinchins, my dear," said the Jew, "is the young children that's sent on errands by their mothers, with sixpences and shillings, and the lay is just to take their money away they've always got it ready in their hands, and then knock 'em into the kennel, and walk off very slow, as if there was nothing else the matter but a child fallen down and hurt itself. Ha! ha! ha!"
