CHAPTER XV
LONDON TOWN

“NOME,” growled the blacksmith, gripping his tongs,
“what wilt thou have o’ the lad?”

“ What will I have o’ the lad?” said Master Carew, mim-
icking the blacksmith in a most comical way, with a wink
at the crowd, as if he had never been angry at all, so
quickly could he change his face—“ What will I have o’
the lad?” and all the crowd laughed. “Why, bless thy
gentle heart, good man, I want to turn his farthings into
round gold crowns—if thou and thine infernal hot shoe
do not make zanies of us all! Why, Master Smith, ’t is
to London town I’d take him, and fill his hands with
more silver shillings than there be cast-off shoes in thy
whole shop.”

“Ta, now, hearken till him!” gaped the smith, staring
in amazement.

“ And here thou needs must up and spoil it all, because,
forsooth, the silly child goes a trifle sick for home and
whimpers for his minnie!”

“But the lad saith thou hast stealed him awa-ay from ’s

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