nurse had taught him this in the dream when he was still weak from the fever.
"That's very flash, that what you're doing," said Beale; "who learned you that?"
"I learned it in a dream," said Dickie slowly. "I dreamed I 'ad a fever—and—I'll tell you if you like: it's a good yarn—good as Here Ward, very near."
Beale lay back on the dry stubble, his pipe between his teeth.
"Fire away," he said, and Dickie fired away.
When the long tale ended, the sun was beginning to go down towards its bed in the west. There was a pause.
"You'd make a tidy bit on the 'alls," said Beale, quite awestruck. "The things you think of! When did you make all that up?"
"I dreamed it, I tell you," said Dickie.
"You always could stick it on," said Mr. Beale admiringly.
"I ain't goin' to stick it on never no more," said Dickie. "They called it lying and cheating, where I was—in my dream, I mean."
"Once let a nipper out of yer sight," said Mr. Beale sadly, "and see what comes of it! 'No. 2' a-goin' to stick it on no more! Then how's us to get a honest living? Answer me that, young chap."
"I don't know," said Dickie, "but we got to do it som'ow."
"It ain't to be done—not with all the unemployed there is about," said Mr. Beale. "Besides, you've got a regular gift for sticking it
