“He didn't 'ave the chance,” ses the old gentleman. “It's always kep' locked.”
“It's a box that looks as though it might 'ave been made in Australey,” ses Henery Walker, who was longing to talk about them parts.
“If you say another word about Australey to me,” ses old Mr. Walker, firing up, “off I go. Mind that! You're arter my money, and if you're not careful you sha'n't 'ave a farthing of it.”
That was the last time the word “Australey” passed Henery Walker's lips, and even when 'e saw his great-uncle writing letters there he didn't say anything. And the old man was so suspicious of Mrs. Walker's curiosity that all the letters that was wrote to 'im he 'ad sent to Bob Pretty's. He used to call there pretty near every morning to see whether any 'ad come for 'im.
In three months Henery Walker 'adn't seen the color of 'is money once, and, wot was worse still, he took to giving Henery's things away. Mrs. Walker 'ad been complaining for some time of 'ow bad the hens had been laying, and one morning at breakfast-time she told her 'usband that, besides missing eggs, two of 'er best hens 'ad been stolen in the night.
“They wasn't stolen,” ses old Mr. Walker, putting down 'is teacup. “I took 'em round this morning and give 'em to Bob Pretty.”
“Give 'em to Bob Pretty?” ses Henery Walker, arf choking. “Wot for?”
“'Cos he asked me for 'em,” ses the old gentleman. “Wot are you looking at me like that for?”
Henery couldn't answer 'im, and the old gentleman, looking very fierce, got up from the table and told Mrs. Walker to give 'im his hat. Henery Walker clung to 'im with tears in his eyes a'most and begged 'im not to go, and arter a lot of talk old Mr. Walker said he'd look over it this time, but it mustn't occur ag'in.
Arter that 'e did as 'e liked with Henery Walker's things, and Henery dursen't say a word to 'im. Bob Pretty used to come up and flatter 'im and beg 'im to go back and lodge with 'im, and Henery was so afraid he'd go that he didn't say a word when old Mr. Walker used to give Bob Pretty things to make up for 'is disappointment. He 'eard on the quiet from Bill Chambers, who said that the old man 'ad told it to Bob Pretty as a dead secret, that 'e 'ad left 'im all his money, and he was ready to put up with anything.