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"Yes," I replied

"Yes, sir, you beggar," cried Courtenay "What was your father?"

"He don't know," cried Philip grinning "Pauper boys don't know

They're all ether, and they call 'em Sunday, Monday,

Tuesday, or na He doesn't knohat

his father was He was mixed up with a lot more"

"I'll make him answer," said Courtenay "Here, as your father?"

"An officer and a gentle about with delight, and hanging on

to his brother, who laughed too "Here's a gaentleman! Oh my!"

I was sorry I had said those words, but they slipped out, and I stood

there angry and mortified before entleman? Look at the knees of his

trousers, and his fists"

"Never mind," said Courtenay, "I want to bat Look here, you, sir, can

you play cricket?"

"Yes," I said, "a little"

"Yes, sir, you beggar; how many ot to bowl for us Here, catch!"

He threw a cricket-ball he had in his hand at ht, and

in a nasty spiteful way, but I caught it, and in a jeering way Philip

shouted: "Well fielded Here, coar run"