Boy. Ever since six in the morning.
Mr. L. And are not you hungry?
Boy. Yes—I shall go to dinner soon.
Mr. L. If you had sixpence now, what would you do with it?
Boy. I don’t know. I never had so much in my life.
Mr. L. Have you no playthings?
Boy. Playthings! what are those?
Mr. L. Such as balls, nine-pins, marbles, tops, and wooden horses.
Boy. No, sir; but our Tom makes footballs to kick in the cold weather, and we set traps for birds; and then I have a jumping-pole and a pair of stilts to walk through the dirt with; and I had a hoop, but it is broke.
Mr. L. And do you want nothing else?