"I looks up at St. Pauls's, and I says, 'Please, Jesus Christ, help me to give it 'em.' And then I flies at 'em with my broom, and I knocks one o' them down, and a cart went over his leg, and he's took to the 'ospittle. I believe his leg's broke."
"Oh, Poppie! And didn't they say anything to you? I wonder they didn't take you up."
"They couldn't find me. I thought Jesus Christ would help me. He did."
What was Mr. Spelt to say? He did not know; and, therefore, unlike some, who would teach others even when they have nothing to impart, he held his peace. But he took good care not to let her go out in that dress any more.
"Didn't you get any ha'pence?" he asked.
"Yes. I gave 'em all to the boy. I wouldn't if the cart hadn't gone over him, though. Catch me!"
"Why did you give them to him?"
"Oh, I don't know. I wanted to."
"Did he take them?"
"Course he did. Why shouldn't he? I'd ha' tookt 'em."