“A cleaning herself.”
“Then I shall wait.”
“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” cried Liza, stamping about, and speaking in a tearful whisper. “I do wish I never hadn’t had no mother, that I do.”
“There’s a ungrateful gal,” said the fish-woman; “and you growed up so beautiful, and me so proud on you.”
“Well, will you promise to go away, mother, and never come and ask no more if I give you something this time?”
“To be sure I will, my dear, of course. There, be quick, before any one comes, and do it up neat in a napkin, there’s a good gal, and I’ll bring you a lobster next time I come.”
“There, now, and you promised you wouldn’t come no more.”
“Ah, well, I won’t then, my dear.”
“Then I’ll get you a bit this time; but mind, never no more.”
“No, never no more, my beauty. Only be quick.”