Why, I'll be rich before yo can look roun! An then, o' coorse, they'll not keep me long on six shillings a week.

In the book-trade I'll soon be wuth ten, an moor!' And, springing up, he began to dance a sort of cut and shuffle before her out of sheer spirits.

Louie surveyed him with a flushed and sparkling face.

The nimbleness of David's wits had never come home to her till now.
'What ull I earn when I coom ?' she demanded abruptly.
David stopped his cut and shuffle, and took critical stock of his sister for a moment.
'Now, look here, Louie, yo're goin to stop where yo are, a good bit yet,' he replied decidedly.

'Yo'll have to wait two year or so--moor 'n one, onyways,' he went on hastily, warned by her start and fierce expression.