“Don’t I tell yer, yer couldn’t get it if yer did know!”
“Then will you get it for me?”
“Give’s another shillin’, and I will.”
“Oh!” groaned Sam. “I’ve given you too much now.”
“All right. I don’t want the ladder. I arn’t going to fetch that and carry it ever so far for nothin’.”
“But is it long enough?”
“Yes; just reaches up to them railings outside the top door. Yer can’t get in without.”
“If I give you another shilling—the last, mind—will you fetch me a ladder?”
“Course I will.”
“All right then; make haste.”