Presently there walked slowly by, whistling carelessly, a boy about Tim’s own age; he was quite respectably, though poorly dressed, and wore his cap very much on one side with an air of smartness which Tim thought becoming. He stopped and looked at the boy and the dog, and they looked at him, Moses ready to be suspicious, and Tim to be conversational if required.
For some minutes the group remained in silent contemplation, then the new-comer said inquiringly:
“Fer dog?”
“Ah,” said Tim, nodding his head.
“Up to snuff, ain’t he?” said the other boy.
Tim nodded again, this time in a more friendly manner.
“Wot’s his name?”
“Moses.”
“Yer give it him?”
“Ah.”