Tony took up the poker and made a feint at Jimmy, who jumped into the corner laughing loudly. With an amazing contrast in tone, Mrs Widger said quietly: "Wait a minute an' see what I got to show 'ee, if yu'm gude."
ROSIE'S PHOTOGRAPH
She went upstairs with that peculiar tread of hers—as if the feet were very tired but the rest of the body invincibly energetic,—and returned with the flat parcel. She undid the string, the children watching with greedy curiosity. She placed on the best-lighted chair an enlargement of a baby's photograph, in a cheap frame, all complete. "There!" she said.
"What is ut?" asked Tony. "Why, 'tis li'l Rosie!"
"Wer did 'ee get 'en?" he continued more softly. "Yu an't had 'en give'd 'ee?"
"Give'd me? No! Thic cheap-jack.... But 'tisn' bad, is it?"
"What cheap-jack?"
"Why, thic man to the market-house—wer I got the cruet."
"O-oh! I didn' never see he.... What did 'ee pay 'en for thic then?"
"Never yu mind. 'Twasn't none o' yours what I paid. What do 'ee think o'it?"