"I come to ask if you'd go to him.

'E's been hurt bad--knocked down by a fire-engine, and the doctor says 'e can't live.

'E made yer a promise, and 'e wanted me to tell yer that 'e meant to keep it; but if so be as you'd come, and wouldn't mind a-comin', 'e'd tell yer himself.
'E made that free becos 'e had brekfis wiv ye.

'E's all right--the best as ever--the top best." Suddenly the tears flooded her eyes and streamed down her pale cheeks.

"Oh, 'e was the best--my Gawd, 'e was the best! If it 'd make 'im die happy, you'd come, y'r gryce, wouldn't y'r ?" Child of the slums as she was, she was exceedingly comely and was simply and respectably dressed.