“I have none. Never had one.”
“An’ your mother?”
“Never had a mother either.”
“Well, you air a curiosity.”
“Hallo! Bob, don’t forget your purliteness,” said Tim. “Come, Mumpy; father calls you Mumpy, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Then so will I. Well, Mumpy, as I was goin’ to say, you may come an’ work with my rod if you like, an’ we’ll make a game of it. We’ll play at work. Let me see where shall we be?”
“In the garden of Eden,” suggested Bob.
“The very thing,” said Tim; “I’ll be Adam an’ you’ll be Eve, Mumpy.”
“Very well,” said Martha with ready assent.