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 to giv' it to 'im—yer giv' it to me; he don't know nuffin' about money—I'll take it. Here, nigger! here's some coppers for yer to buy 'bacca wid; an' now make yer manners an' take yerself off—do yer hear?"

Again, in obedience to his daughter, the ram-like butting and scraping performance was gone through with, and Drosky moved off; but at the gate he paused, looked back with admiring eyes at the work of his hands, and half turned, as if to enter the coop again; but his daughter's eye was upon him; a sudden clapping of hands, a loud shout—"Hist! hist! Drosky! tidy-man! tidy-man!"—and poor old Drosky was off like a shot, just as the cart drove up with Goody Nurse's present.

With great cackling and squalling, laughing and talking, the new-comers were released from their confinement and introduced to their new quarters, where they went to roost at once, as if the events of the day and their unexpected journey had been almost too much for them, and they knew that "what was new at night would still be new in the morning."