trying to invent a box of a new and different shape to be carved next day.
"I could keep a look-out for likely pups," said Beale; "there's a plenty here and there all about—and you with your boxes. We might go to three bob a week for the room."
"I'd like a 'ouse with a garden," said Dickie.
"Go back to yer Talbots," said Beale.
"No—but look 'ere," said Dickie, "if we was to take a 'ouse—just a little 'ouse, and let half of it."
"We ain't got no sticks to put in it."
"Ain't there some way you get furniture without payin' for it?"
"'Ire systim. But that's for toffs on three quid a week, reg'lar wages. They wouldn't look at us."
"We'll get three quid right enough afore we done," said Dickie firmly; "and if you want London, I'd like our old house because of the seeds I sowed in the garden; I lay they'll keep on a coming up, for ever and ever. That's what annuals means. The chap next door told me. It means flowers as comes up fresh every year. Let's tramp up, and I'll show it to you—where we used to live."
And when they had tramped up and Dickie had shown Mr. Beale the sad-faced little house, Mr. Beale owned that it would do 'em a fair treat.
"But we must 'ave some bits of sticks or else nobody won't let us have no 'ouses."
They flattened their noses against the front
