“Didn’t know, Miss, whether the doctor had gone. Been a-cleaning his boots. Look, Miss, there’s a shine!”
“Yes, yes, Bob, they look very nice. Take them, up-stairs, and then come and clear away.”
“All right, Miss. I made a whole bottle o’ blacking outer half a cake as a chap I knows give me.”
“Yes, yes, Bob.”
“Stunning blacking it is, too. He’s in the Brigade, and I minded his box for him, and took sixpence while he went and had a game of marbles. That’s why he give me the cake.”
“Now, Bob, my good lad, I don’t want to know anything about that. Take those boots up-stairs.”
“All right, Miss; but do look how they shines. I polished tops and all. Look, Miss.”
“Yes, yes, yes; they are beautifully clean.”
“I allus thinks about legs, Miss, when I cleans boots; and when I thinks about legs, I think about the doctor making such a good job o’ mine arter I was run over. It’s stronger than the other; I am glad as it was broke.”
“Glad?”