"What would she do if she found you out?"

"She never give me no more."

"But you don't want it!"

"Yes, I do want it."

"What do you do with it, then?"

"Give it to cripple Jim."

"Who's cripple Jim?"

"A boy in the Row. His mother broke his leg when he wur a kid,
so he's never come to much; but he's a good boy, is Jim, and I love
Jim dearly. I always keeps off a penny for Jim--leastways as often
as I can.--But there I must sweep again, for them busses makes no
end o' dirt."

"Diamond! Diamond!" cried his father, who was afraid he might
get no good by talking to the girl; and Diamond obeyed, and got
up again upon the box. He told his father about the gentleman,
and what he had promised him if he would learn to read, and showed
him the gentleman's card.

"Why, it's not many doors from the Mews!" said his father, giving him
back the card. "Take care of it, my boy, for it may lead to something.
God knows, in these hard times a man wants as many friends as he's