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keep my ’ed down, and blubber out, ‘ Please,
Dick, I eat ’em.’

“*Oh, you did, yer young greedy, did yer,’
he sez; ‘I’m glad yer didn’t tell me a lie.
I've got to giv’ yer a hidin’, Joe; but giv’
us yer ’and, old chap, first, and mind wot I
sez to yer: “Own up to it, wotever you do,”
and take your punishment; it’s ’ard to bear,
but when the smart on it’s over yer forgets
it; but if-yer tells a lie to save yerself, yer
feels the smart of that always; yer feels
ashamed of yerself whenever yer thinks of it.’
And then Dick give me a thrashin’, he did,
but I never ’ollered or made a row, tho’ he
hit pretty ’ard. And, Mrs. Wilson, I never
could look in Dick’s face if I told a lie, and
I never shall tell one, I ’ope, as long as ever
Tlive. You should just see Dick, Mrs. Wil-
son, he is a one-er, he is.”

“Lox bless the boy,” said Mary, the house-
maid; “why, if he isn’t a-cryin’ now. What-
ever’s the matter? One minnit you’re makin’
us larf fit to kill ourselves, and then you’re
nearly makin’ us cry with your Dick, and
your great eyes runnin’ over like that. Now