“No, it is, young man. If you’d wanted to be secketary to a society for the propergation o’ something or another, she’d be all there with a big subscription; but she won’t give yer tuppence now.”
“No, but uncle will,” cried Syd, eagerly. “He’s the right sort.”
“Him? Tchah! Why, my lady won’t let him have enough to pay his own tailor’s bills. I know all about that. What about the old man?”
“Grandfather?”
“Yes. S’pose you took Molly down promiscus like, and showed him her paces; he might take a fancy to her, eh?”
“Yes,” cried Molly. “Capital, father! Syd will take me down to see his grandfather. Won’t you, Syd?”
“Take you anywhere, darling; only not to-day.”
“Who said to-day, little stupid? There, now, it’s all right, ain’t it, dad?”
“Don’t you be in such a flurry, my gal; ’tain’t whipping and spurring like mad as gets you first past the post. Steady does it. Now, young gentleman, look here.”
“Oh, dear me, dad, how you do like to talk!” cried the girl, pettishly.