talk," said Noah, cutting a monstrous slice of bread. "Where's Charlotte?"
"Out," said Fagin. "I sent her out this morning with the other young woman, because I wanted us to be alone."
"Oh!" said Noah, "I wish yer'd ordered her to make some buttered toast first. Well. Talk away. Yer won't interrupt me."
There seemed indeed no great fear of anything interrupting him, as he had evidently sat down with a determination to do a great deal of business.
"You did well yesterday, my dear," said the Jew, "beautiful! Six shillings and ninepence halfpenny on the very first day! The kinchin lay will be a fortune to you."
"Don't yer forget to add three pint-pots and a milk-can," said Mr. Bolter.
"No, no, my dear," replied the Jew. "The pint-pots were great strokes of genius, but the milk-can was a perfect masterpiece."
"Pretty well, I think, for a beginner," re-
