"Who says you have a father ?" "_Everybody_ has a father.

Dicky Tregenza has one; they both work down at the rock.

I asked Dicky, and he told me." "Told 'ee what ?" "That everybody has a father.

I asked him if mine was out in one of those ships, and he said very likely.

I asked mother, too, but she was washing-up and wouldn't listen." Old Pezzack regarded the child grimly.