After a little while he saw his father and told him he'd taken five pounds from his bags.

But his father said, "Go on, spend it and win some more money!" So he went again to the toss-ring and got all his money back, and five pounds more.

And going home, he saw his father sitting by the side of the tent, and his father said, "How did you succeed (_i.e_., _do it_), my son ?" "Very well, father.

I got all _my_ money back; and here's _your_ money now, and a pound for you and four pounds for myself." And that's true as ever you hold that pen in your hand--and that man was poor Charley Lee, that's dead now.
GUDLO XXI.

OF THE TINKER AND THE KETTLE.
A petulamengro hatched yeck divvus at a givescro ker, where the rani del him mass an' tood.