Fantasy fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction
"I made twopence that day, carrying a bag. The man who gave me the job
gave me the unnecessary caution at the same time, not to run away with
it, just as if such a thing was likely. Why, I could hardly lift it,
and I couldn't have run two steps with it.
"He was an inquisitive man too, wanted to know if I had stolen the dog.
I said no, I didn't steal. 'Well,' he asked, 'if you don't steal, how
do you get a living?' I said, 'I'm getting it now.' He said it must
be a hard job. I replied, 'Golly, you're right, governor, this 'ere
bag is that 'eavy it drags me vitals out; wot's it got inside of
it--bricks?' Then he drove me off and said I was a cheeky little
devil, but he gave me twopence. Sam and I went to an eating-house and
got two big lumps of pudding on the strength of it, and that fed us
bang up for that day.
"I waited around at night with Sam, and directly I saw the Square was
deserted, I hopped up into my old place and Sam after me.
"'Hullo!' said Lal, 'you two have turned up again, have you?'
"'Yuss,' I replied; 'it's the only 'ome we've got, yer know, Lal.'
"'I must see what I can do for you,' mused the Lion. 'There is a man I
know who could give you work and help you at once, only his heart is
very hard at the present time; unfortunately success hasn't softened
him--he is a miser.'
"'Ain't a miser a bloke 'oo grabs all wot 'ee gits?' I suggested; 'if
so 'ee wouldn't do nothink 'ansome for Sam and me; the only copper as
we would git art of 'im would be the ones 'eed call up ter give us in
charge. A miser don't seem no good to us, as they wants change out o'
nothing.'
"'My dear little boy,' said Lal, 'your language may be pithy, but it is
so incorrect; your metaphors, moreover, are so mixed. I think,' said
the Lion, 'it is high time I took the Miser in hand; he is capable of
better things, and if success cannot give him the milk of human
kindness, I must try what sterner measures can effect. Get down now,'
continued the Lion, 'and both of you slip round the other side of the
pedestal and hide yourselves. I expect the Miser to pass this way
shortly, and you are not to interrupt on any account, or come back
until he has gone away, you understand.'
"'Yuss, Lal, anyfink to oblige. Come on, Sam, and may 'is 'eart
soften,' I said.
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