“I want to show Ju my shilling.”
“By ginger! that is too rich. Not a bit of it. Do you know Mistress Polgrean’s sweetie shop?”
“But that’s at Wadebridge.”
“At Wadebridge; and why not? You will spend your shilling there. But look at my brother. It is distressing; his eyes are alight at the thoughts of the tartlets, and the sticks of peppermint sugar, and the almond rock. Are you partial to almond rock, orphin?”
Jamie’s mind was at once engaged.
“Which is it to be? Gingerbreads or tartlets, almond rock or barley-sugar?”
“I think I’ll have the peppermint,” said Jamie.
“Then peppermint it shall be. And you will give me a little bit, and Scanty a bit, and take a little bit home to Ju, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“He’ll take a little bit home to Ju, Obadiah, old man.”