"A cruel blow on the hi' nat'rally spires its vision and expression and makes a honest man look like a thief." "Agatha," said Miss Wilson, "come here." "My dooty to you, Miss," said Smilash, pulling his forelock.
"This is the man from whom I had the five shillings, which he said you had just given him.

Did you do so ?" "Certainly not.

I only gave him threepence." "But I showed the money to your ladyship," said Smilash, twisting his hat agitatedly.

"I gev it you.

Where would the like of me get five shillings except by the bounty of the rich and noble?
If the young lady thinks I hadn't ort to have kep' the tother 'arfcrown, I would not object to its bein' stopped from my wages if I were given a job of work here.