“Nay, but do, pray; there’s a good fellow, come now, because I have something to say to you.”
“What is it you’ve got to say to me? I wish you’d let me alone,” said Loveit; yet at the same time he suffered himself to be led away.
Tarlton took particular pains to humour him and bring him into temper again; and even though he was not very apt to part with his playthings, went so far as to say, “Loveit, the other day you wanted a top; I’ll give you mine if you desire it.”
Loveit thanked him, and was overjoyed at the thought of possessing this top. “But what did you want to say to me just now?”
“Ay, we’ll talk of that presently; not yet—when we get out of hearing.”
“Nobody is near us,” said Loveit.
“Come a little farther however,” said Tarlton, looking round suspiciously.
“Well now, well?”
“You know the dog that frightened us last night?”
“Yes.”