An' so," Tilda wound up, "I turned-to an' adopted 'im, an' we came along 'ere to arsk Mr.Bossom to 'elp us.
An' now--if you give 'im up it 'll be a burnin' shame, an' Gawd'll pull your leg for it." "That's all very well," said Mr.Hucks after a few moments' thought.
"That's all very well, missie," he repeated, "but grown-up folks can't take your easy way wi' the law.

You're askin' me to aid an' abet, knowin' him to be stolen; an' that's serious.

If 'twas a matter between you an' me, now--or even between us an' Sam Bossom.

But the devil is, these playactors have mixed themselves up in it, and the Doctor is warm on Mortimer's scent." "I thought o' that d'reckly he told me.

But O, Mr.'Ucks, I thought on such a neav'nly plan!" Tilda clasped hands over an uplifted knee and gazed on him.