It isn't much; it's only a bed under the counter, and a crust now and then, and he more than pays for it.

You musn't come betwixt me and Tony." Old Oliver spoke so emphatically, that his sister was impressed and silenced for a minute.

She took the little girl away from Tony, and glared at him with a sternness which made him feel very uncomfortable; but her eye softened a little, and her face grew less harsh.
"You can't read or write ?" she said, in a sharp voice.
"No," he answered.
"And you've not got any manners, or boots, or a cap on your head.

You are ragged and ignorant, and not fit to live with this little girl," she continued, with energy.

"If this little girl's mother saw her going about with a boy in bare feet and a bare head, it 'ud break her heart I know.
So if you wish to stay here with my brother, Mr.Oliver, and this little girl, Miss Dorothy Raleigh, as I suppose her name is, you must get all these things.