"What put it into your 'ead ?" "You told the lady--" he began.
"Eh?
So I did.

But that was all flam." He could make nothing of this.
"I was kiddin' of 'er--tellin' what wasn' true," she explained.
He walked forward a few steps with a frown--not disapproving, but painfully thinking this out.
"And about the Hospital--wasn't that true either ?" "Yes," Tilda nodded.

"We're goin' to the 'orspital all right.
That's why I came to fetch yer.

There's someone wants to see yer, ever so bad." "I know about the Good Samaritan," announced the boy.
Tilda stared.
"I bet yer don't," she contradicted.
"He found a man, a traveller, that some thieves had hurt and left by the road.

Going down to Jericho, it was; and he poured oil and wine into his wounds." "Oh, cheese it!" said Tilda.