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 runnin' away. Wot! After me a-takin' you in when you was 'ungry, an' givin' you cawfy an' cake, an' good advice like a father, an' a bloater an' all, and you owin' me thrippence 'a'peny besides, then you goes an'—an takes your findin's somewhere else!"

"I never!" protested Dicky stoutly, but Mr. Weech's cunning, equal to a shrewd guess that since his last visit Dicky had probably had another "find," and quick to detect a lie, was slack to perceive a truth. "Now, don't you go an' add on a wicked lie to your sinful ungratefulness, wotever you do," he said severely, "that's wuss, and I alwis know. Doncher know the little 'ymn?:—

It's bad enough to be ungrateful to me as is bin so kind to you, an' it's wuss to break the fust commandment. If the