"And—here we are," said Mr. Beale, stopping in a side-street at an open door from which yellow light streamed welcomingly. "Now mind you don't contradict anything wot I say to people. And don't you forget you're my nipper, and you got to call me daddy."
"I'll call you farver," said Dickie. "I got a daddy of my own, you know."
"Why," said Mr. Beale, stopping suddenly, "you said he was dead."
"So he is," said Dickie; "but 'e's my daddy all the same."
"Oh, come on," said Mr. Beale impatiently. And they went in.