I ought to pay you something, instead of taking it of you." "Keep it for Dolly," said Tony, bashfully, and pushing the coin into her little hand.
"Sank 'oo," answered Dolly, accepting it promptly; "me'll give 'oo twenty kisses for it." It seemed ample payment to Tony, who went down on his knees to have the kisses pressed upon his face, which had never felt a kiss since his mother died.

But Oliver was not satisfied with the bargain, though he drew Dolly to him fondly, and left the money in her hand.
"It 'ud buy you a broom, Tony," he said.
"Oh, I've give up asking for a crossing," he answered, dejectedly; "for he never heard, or if he heard, he never cared; so it were no use going on teazing either him or me." "But this money 'ud buy the broom," said Oliver; "and if you looked about you, you'd find the crossing.

You never got such a bit of money before, did you ?" "No, never," replied Tony.

"A tall, thin gentleman, with a dark face and very sharp eyes, gave it me for holding his horse, near Temple Bar.

He says, 'Mind you spend that well, my lad.' I'd know him again anywhere." "You ought to have bought a broom," said Oliver, looking down at Dolly's tightly-closed hand.
"Don't you go to take it of her," cried Tony.