"He was wery good to me," says the boy, wiping his eyes with his wretched sleeve. "Wen I see him a-layin' so stritched out just now, I wished he could have heerd me tell him so. He wos wery good to me, he wos!"

"He was wery good to me," says the boy, wiping his eyes with his wretched sleeve. "He wos wery good to me, he wos!"
