"You'll say it's childish," observed Mr. Skimpole, looking gaily at us. "Well, I dare say it may be; but I AM a child, and I never pretend to be anything else. If you put him out in the road, you only put him where he was before. He will be no worse off than he was, you know. Even make him better off, if you like. Give him sixpence, or five shillings, or five pound ten--you are arithmeticians, and I am not--and get rid of him!"

"You'll say it's childish," he observed, looking gaily at us. "Well, I dare say it may be; but if you put him out in the road, you only put him where he was before. He will be no worse off than he was, you know. Give him sixpence, or five shillings - and get rid of him!"
