Just except a little drop for the likes of you and--and----" "And you couldn't wash yourself," interrupted his companion gravely, staring up at his grimy visage.
"No, nor drink.

And Mr.Bender, he was the fust to go, and then Indian Pete, and then Mrs.McGregor, and then Johnny Hones, and then, dearie, your mother." "Then mother's a deader too," cried the little girl dropping her face in her pinafore and sobbing bitterly.
"Yes, they all went except you and me.

Then I thought there was some chance of water in this direction, so I heaved you over my shoulder and we tramped it together.

It don't seem as though we've improved matters.
There's an almighty small chance for us now!" "Do you mean that we are going to die too ?" asked the child, checking her sobs, and raising her tear-stained face.
"I guess that's about the size of it." "Why didn't you say so before ?" she said, laughing gleefully.

"You gave me such a fright.