“Have you sold it for our breakfast?”
“Go on! Do you think—”
“Have you?” repeated Reginald, this time almost angrily.
“Maybe I ’ave,” said the boy; “ain’t I got a right to?”
“No, you haven’t; and you’ll have to wear mine now.”
And he proceeded to take it off, when the boy said,—
“All right. If you take that off, gov’nor, I slides—I mean it—so I do.”
There was a look of such wild determination in his pinched face that Reginald gave up the struggle for the present.
“We’ll share it between us, at any rate,” said he. “Whatever induced you to do such a foolish thing, Love?”
“Bless you, I ain’t got no sense,” replied the boy cheerily.