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The Children's Pilgrimage by L. T. Meade
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manner.

"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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