Pretty soon a can o' milk come and went
up in a basket that he let down from his winder. As he leaned out I saw
his head, and it was a worse carrot than me own. Then along come a man
with a bag o' coal on his back and a bit o' card in his hand with the
coal-yard on it and the rat's name underneath, a-lookin' up at the house
and scratchin' his head as to where he was goin'.
"I crossed over and says, 'Who are ye lookin' for'? And he hands me the
card. 'I'm his man,' I says, 'and I been waitin' for ye--me master's
sick and don't want no noise, and if ye make any I'll lose me place.
I'll carry the bag up and dump it and bring ye the bag back and,
shillin' for yer trouble. Wait here. Hold on,' I says; 'take me hat and
let me have yours, for I don't git a good hat every day, and the bag's
that dirty it'll spile it.'
"'Go on,' he says; 'I've carried it all the way from the yard and me
back's broke.' Well, I pulled his hat ever me eyes and started up the
stairs wid the bag on me shoulder.
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