The Children's Pilgrimage by L. T. Meade
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"Well, you're a queer un, you ere," she said, looking up pertly in Cecile's face, "a-hugging of that big dawg, and a-sitting on the church steps of St. Stephen's on the werry bitterest evening that has come this year yet. Ha'n't you no home, now, as you sits yere?" "No; but I am going to look out for a night's lodging at once," answered Cecile. "For you and that ere little un, and the dawg?" "Yes, we must all three be together whatever happens. Do you know of a lodging, little girl?" "My name's Jessie--Jessie White. Yes, I knows where I goes myself. 'Tis werry warm there. 'Tis a'most _too_ warm sometimes." "And is it cheap?" asked Cecile. "For me, and Maurice, and Toby, we have got to do things _very_ cheap. We shall only be a day or two in London, and we must do things _very_, very cheap while we stay." "Oh! my eyes! hasn't we all to do things cheap? What does you say to a penny? A penny is wot I pays for a share of a bed, and I s'pose as you and that ere little chap could have one all to yerselves for tuppence, and the dawg, he ud lie in for nothink. I calls tuppence uncommon cheap to be warm for so many hours." "Tuppence?" said Cecile. "Two pennies for Maurice and me and Toby. |
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