sharpest girl I ever saw!" said the Jew, patting her on the neck. "It was about Oliver I was going to speak, sure enough. Ha! ha! ha!"
"What about him?" demanded Sikes.
"He's the boy for you, my dear," replied the Jew in a hoarse whisper, laying his finger on the side of his nose, and grinning frightfully.
"He!" exclaimed Sikes.
"Have him, Bill!" said Nancy. "I would if I was in your place. He mayn't be so much up as any of the others; but that's not what you want if he's only to open a door for you. Depend upon it he's a safe one, Bill."
"I know he is," rejoined Fagin; "he's been in good training these last few weeks, and it's time he began to work for his bread. Besides, the others are all too big."
"Well, he is just the size I want," said Mr. Sikes, ruminating.
"And will do everything you want, Bill, my dear," interposed the Jew; "he can't help himself,—that is if you only frighten him enough."
