may be going to be very unkind indeed to Dickie when once he gets him away into the country, and is all alone with him—and his having that paper and envelope and pencil all ready looks odd, doesn't it? Or he may be a really benevolent person. Well, you'll know all about it presently.
*****
"And—here we are," said Mr. Beale, stopping in a side-street at an open door from which yellow light streamed welcomingly. "Now mind you don't contradict anything wot I say to people. And don't you forget you're my nipper, and you got to call me daddy."
"I'll call you farver," said Dickie. "I got a daddy of my own, you know."
"Why," said Mr. Beale, stopping suddenly, "you said he was dead."
"So he is," said Dickie; "but 'es my daddy all the same."
"Oh, come on," said Mr. Beale impatiently. And they went in.
