“A fisher-boy.”
“Not you. Only a sham. Why, your clothes don’t fit you, and your cap’s put on all skew-rew. Don’t look a bit like a fisher-lad, and never will.”
“Never mind about that; let me out of this place.”
“What for?” cried Ram.
“Because I want my liberty.”
“Not you. Looks comf’table enough as you are. I say, do you know what you are like now?”
“I told you, a fisher-boy!” cried Archy impatiently, but trying not to offend his visitor, who possessed the power of conferring freedom, by speaking sharply.
“Not you. Look like a wild beast in a cage. Like a monkey.”
“You insolent—”
Archy checked himself, and the boy laughed.