Bob paused, and then said, with defiant decision,as if resolutely turning his back on that paradisaic picture:
"But I don't mind about it, not a chip! An' I'n changed one o' the suvreigns to buy my mother a goose for dinner, an' I'n bought a blue plush wescoat,an' a sealskin cap,–for if I meant to be a packman, I'd do it respectable. But I don't mind about it, not a chip!My yead isn't a turnip, an' I shall p'r'aps have a chance o' dousing another fire afore long. I'm a lucky chap. So I'll thank you to take the nine suvreigns, Mr. Tom, and set yoursen up with 'em somehow, if it's true as the master's broke. They mayn't go fur enough, but they'll help."
