“‘No.’
“‘Why not?’
“‘Father wouldn’t let him. He’d take him away, or do something to him.’
“Norman looked dismal.
“‘But where does he live?’
“‘He lives up to the factory.’
“‘But you can’t have him in the factory.’
“‘Yes, I have him,’ said Norman, ‘because Mr. Carroll said he was to come in, because he was so handsome.’
“‘But he’ll get killed in the machinery, Norman, and then you would be very sorry.’
“‘No, he won’t get killed; he takes care: he knows he mustn’t go near the ’chinery, and he doesn’t; he just comes and lies down where I be.’