"That cripple Olee split on me!"
"And you were nabbed by the police, weren't you?"
"Who cares for the police? I don't!"
"Don't you? Come along of us to-night then; we're going to pinch some pears."
"There's a savage dog behind the fence!"
"Garn! Chimney-sweep's Peter'll climb over and a kick'll do for the dog."
The polishing was interrupted by a maid-servant who came out of the house and began to scatter pine branches on the grass-grown street.
"Who's going to be buried?"
"The deputy's wife's baby!"
"He's a proper old Satan, the deputy, isn't he?"