“‘’Cause I get more now—I used to have fourpence ha’penny, and now they give me fi’pence.’
“And Norman burst into a terrible fit of crying, as if his secret was out, and it was all up with him and his dog too.
“‘Give me the milk and let me go!’ he exclaimed through his tears. ‘Poor Curly!—poor Curly!’
“‘Here ’tis,’ said Silky, very kindly. ‘Don’t cry—I’m not going to hurt you or Curly either. Won’t he eat anything but milk?—won’t he eat meat?’
“‘No—he can’t—’
“‘Why can’t he?’
“‘He don’t like it.’
“‘Well; you run off to the factory now and give Curly his milk; and stop again to-morrow.’
“‘And won’t you tell?’ said Norman, looking up.