'Then, I think they'll come to you yet.' 'Do you think they will ?' cried Kit eagerly.
'Aye, I think they will,' returned the dwarf.

'Now, when they do, let me know; d'ye hear?
Let me know, and I'll give you something.

I want to do 'em a kindness, and I can't do 'em a kindness unless I know where they are.

You hear what I say ?' Kit might have returned some answer which would not have been agreeable to his irascible questioner, if the boy from the wharf, who had been skulking about the room in search of anything that might have been left about by accident, had not happened to cry, 'Here's a bird! What's to be done with this ?' 'Wring its neck,' rejoined Quilp.
'Oh no, don't do that,' said Kit, stepping forward.

'Give it to me.' 'Oh yes, I dare say,' cried the other boy.