ever likely to get."

"Haven't you got friends enough, father?" asked Diamond.

"Well, I have no right to complain; but the more the better,
you know."

"Just let me count," said Diamond.

And he took his hands from his pockets, and spreading out the fingers
of his left hand, began to count, beginning at the thumb.

"There's mother, first, and then baby, and then me. Next there's
old Diamond--and the cab--no, I won't count the cab, for it never
looks at you, and when Diamond's out of the shafts, it's nobody.
Then there's the man that drinks next door, and his wife,
and his baby."

"They're no friends of mine," said his father.

"Well, they're friends of mine," said Diamond.

His father laughed.

"Much good they'll do you!" he said.

"How do you know they won't?" returned Diamond.

"Well, go on," said his father.