"All right, Benny." And again the great round eyes sought the glowing grate, and the sweet smile played over her face once more.
"What are 'e looking at, Nell?" said Benny, after a pause. "You look as 'appy as a dead duck in a saucepan."
"Oh, Benny, I see such beautiful pictures in the fire. Don't you 'members on fine days how we looks across the river and sees the great hills 'way behind Birkenhead, such miles an' miles away?"
"Ay, I 'members. I'll take 'e across the river some day, Nell, when I'se richer."
"Will 'e, Benny? I shall be so glad. But I sees great hills in the fire, an' trees, an' pools, an' little rivers, an' oh! such lots of purty things."
"Queer!" said Benny. "I don't see nowt o' sort."
Then there was silence again, and Joe—who had been to see that the lamps at each end of the torn-up street were all right—came up.
"How are 'e now, my 'arties? Are 'e warmer'n you was?"
"Ay, Joe, we's nice now," said Nelly; "an' we's much 'bliged to you for lettin' us come."
"Oh, ye're welcome. But ain't it time you was to home?"