“Suppose any one one should come and rob us now.”
Emson laughed aloud.
“The first trouble that attends wealth, little un. There, we’ve borne sorrow and disappointment like men.”
“Man and boy, Joe.”
“Like men, Dyke, for you have been a better man than I. Now then, we’ll bear prosperity, please God, as patiently and well.”
“Why, of course,” cried Dyke; “but what did you do with the jolly old stones?”
“Put them in your bowl, and then in the case. Now see that the breakfast is got ready. I’m far better, but I feel too weak to help.”
“Ah, but you won’t long, if you go on like this,” cried Dyke, dressing hurriedly, and beginning to have his morning wash in the bucket. “I say Joe, though, let’s have some luxuries, now, as soon as we can. What do you say to a wash-hand basin?”
“Oh yes, we’ll have that.”
“And a sponge? Here, I say: I wonder whether old Morningstar has got any sponges: we’ll buy one. New boots, too: mine are getting like Paddy’s ride in the sedan-chair; I’m on the ground.”