Tho. (letting go) Wheer then, mo lad?
Bill (starting up). I' the church-cellar, sir—first bin over the left—feeds musty, and smells strong. Ho! ho! ho! (Takes a sight.)
THOMAS makes a dart. BILL dodges him.
First Boy. Ain't he a cricket now, Tommy?
Second Boy. Got one leg too many for a cricket, Sam.
Third Boy. That's what he jerks hisself with, Tommy.
Tho. Boys, I want to be freens wi' yo. Here's a penny.
One of the boys knocks it out of his hand. A scramble.
Tho. Now, boys, dun yo know wheer's a young woman bi th' name ov Mattie—somewheer abeawt Paradise Row?
First Boy. Yes, old un.