"I'll soon get 'em off now.

Luck's wiv me dis mornin'." The ghost of a smile lighted his face.
"I'll take them all," the other said, handing over a second shilling.
The lad fumbled for change and the fumbling was due to honest agitation.

He was not used to this kind of treatment.
"No, that's all right," the other interposed.
"But they're only a h'ypenny," urged the lad, for his natural cupidity had given way to a certain fine faculty not too common in any grade of human society.
"Well, I'm buying them at a penny this morning.

I've got some friends who'll be glad to give a penny to know all about Kruger's guns." He too softened the g in Kruger in consideration of his visitor's idiosyncrasies.
"You won't be mykin' anythink on them, y'r gryce," said the lad with a humour which opened the doors of Ian Stafford's heart wide; for to him heaven itself would be insupportable if it had no humorists.
"I'll get at them in other ways," Stafford rejoined.

"I'll get my profit, never fear.