died, Joe, the dog's-meat man said I war all the better for it, and that she left I a treasure to bring up the urchin. One would think a thumper makes a man richer,—'cause why? every man thumps! I got nothing more than a watch and ten guineas, when Judy died, and sure, that scarce paid for the burrel (burial)."
"You forgits the two quids,[1] I giv' you for the hold box of rags,—much of a treasure I found there!" said Dummie, with sycophantic archness.
"Ay," cried the dame laughing, "I fancies you war not pleased with the bargain. I thought you war too old a rag-merchant to be so free with the blunt: howsomever, I supposes it war the tinsel petticoat as took you in!"
"As it has mony a viser man than the like of I," rejoined Dummie, who to his various secret professions added the ostensible one of a rag-merchant and dealer in broken glass.
The recollection of her good bargain in the box of rags opened our landlady's heart.
"Drink, Dummie," said she good-humouredly,—" drink, I scorns to score lush to a friend."
- ↑ Guineas.
