“No, Jacky, no; certainly not.”
“And get me kicked out without a moment’s notice?”
“No, no, certainly not. Now tell me directly.”
“Well, mum, Missus Hubley says as she knows he’s always arter her.”
“What, Daisy Banks?”
Jacky nodded.
“But she’s a mischief-making, gossiping old woman!” exclaimed Mrs Glaire; “and her word isn’t worth anything. You said you had seen something.”
Jacky nodded, and screwed up his face as he laid his finger beside his nose.
“If you don’t speak directly, man, I shall do you a mischief,” exclaimed the little woman, excitedly. “Tell me all you know this instant.”
“Well, you see, mum, it was like this: last night was very dark, and my missus said to me, ‘Jacky,’ she says, ‘take the boocket and go down to Brown’s poomp and get a boocket o’ watter.’ Because you see, mum, the sucker being wore, our poomp’s not agate just now.”