"'A kishin,' said the child, 'a kishin—old man got such lots of kishins!'
"The butcher gazed about him with a calm, placid, satisfied air, like one of his own slain bullocks, when grazing peacefully in their meadows, and then catching sight of Joe in the distance, ran heavily after him with the delighted child. They soon reached the old man, and turned over his wares.
"'There's a booful one, dad,' said the fat child, 'a booful one with a fire lighted! Oh, I like that so much!'
"'I'll bring ye one next week, Miss,' replied old Joe, seeing they were good customers; 'this here ain't for sale, but I'll bring the fellow to ye next week.'
"'I want it now,' pouted the child, peevishly.
"'What's the price of him, master?' asked the butcher. 'Don't be cross, Phoebe, you shall have it.'
"'I can't sell he,' replied the old man, 'but I'll bring you another just like it to-night, and it will be fourpence; I can't sell 'em no lower because of the time and trouble they takes.'
"'I want it now, I want a kishin now,' whined Phoebe, hiding her red, cross face on her father's shoulder.
"'I'll give ye sixpence for that one, old chap,' said her father, positively, 'and if you won't sell it, you may go to Coventry, if you like!'
"'I wouldn't sell that one for a shilling for a reason I have,' said Joe; 'but as little Miss have a set her heart on it so, I'll go back and fetch t'other one now. Will that do, little Missee? And if you are a good girl, and don't cry, and wait with patience till I come back, old Joe will bring you a kitchen table with it into the bargain!'