“’Tain’t no concern o’ yourn; so it ain’t.”
“Will you be here to-morrow?”
“In corse I shall!”
“Well, I expect I’ll want my boots done again to-morrow evening. Here’s a penny for this time.”
The boy took the penny and held it in the palm of his hand.
“Isn’t it enough?” asked Jack.
“You’re ’avin’ a lark with me,” said the boy. “This ’ere brown—”
“What’s wrong? It’s a good one, isn’t it?”
“Oh, ain’t you funny? I don’t want yer brown!” and to my amazement he tossed the coin back.
Jack solemnly picked it up and put it back into his pocket. “Good-night, Billy,” said he. “Mind you are here to-morrow.”