His name's Arthur Miles Chandon." The young coalheaver shook his head.
"I don't know 'im," he said.

"I'm new to this job, an' they don't talk to me through the coal-'ole.

But you seem a well-plucked one, and what with your crutch--How did you come by it ?" "Kick of a pony." "Seems to me you've been a good deal mixed up with animals, for your age.

What about your pa and ma ?" "Never 'ad none, I thank Gord." "Eh ?" The young man laid down his shovel, lifted the flap of his sou'wester, and scratched the back of his head slowly.

"Let me get the hang o' _that_, now." "I've seen fathers and mothers," said the sage child, nodding at him; "and them as likes 'em is welcome to 'em." "Gor-a-mussy!" half-groaned the young man.