"Trying to move it, was you?
and-- why, you've smashed that branch off the pear-tree.

I say, hadn't you better cut and run ?" "I don't know, Ike," I said hopelessly; "had I ?" "Well, I don't think I would this time.

The ganger perhaps'll let you off if you pay for it out of your wage." "But I don't have any wages," I said in despair.
"You don't!" he cried.

"Well, then, you're in for it.

My word, I wouldn't be you for a crown." I stood gazing helplessly from the ladder to Ike and back, half feeling that he was imposing upon me, but in too much trouble to resent it, and as I stared about a robin came and sat upon the broken branch, and seemed to be examining how much damage I had done.
"Well, what shall we do, young 'un ?" said Ike.
"I suppose I must go on picking with the broken ladder," I said gloomily.
"You ain't going to cut then ?" "No," I said firmly.
"Then look here," said Ike; "suppose I take the broken ladder up into the shed, and hang it up, and bring another.