“I had a nurse,” said I; “but she was not my mother.”
“Well,” says he to the gentleman, “I dare say this boy was not the thief that stole your bills.”
“Indeed, sir, I did not steal them,” said I, and cried again.
“No, no, child,” said he, “we don’t believe you did. This is a very clever boy,” says he to the other gentleman, “and yet very ignorant and honest; ’tis pity some care should not be taken of him, and something done for him. Let us talk a little more with him.” So they sat down and drank wine, and gave me some, and then the first gentleman talked to me again.
“Well,” says he, “what wilt thou do with this money now thou hast it?”
“I don’t know,” said I.
“Where will you put it?” said he,
“In my pocket,” said I.
“In your pocket!” said he. “Is your pocket whole? Shan’t you lose it?”
“Yes,” said I, “my pocket is whole.”