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He
said
he
had
never
once
in
his
life
had
a
sufficient
number
of
sausages
.
They
had
maddened
him
since
he
was
the
smallest
boy
.
He
told
us
how
,
even
in
those
days
,
his
mother
had
feared
for
him
,
though
fond
of
a
sausage
herself
;
how
he
had
bought
a
sausage
with
his
first
penny
,
and
hoped
to
buy
one
with
his
last
(
if
they
could
not
be
got
in
any
other
way
)
,
and
that
he
always
slept
with
a
string
of
them
beneath
his
pillow
.
While
he
was
giving
us
these
confidences
,
unfortunately
,
his
eyes
came
to
rest
,
at
first
accidentally
,
then
wistfully
,
then
with
a
horrid
gleam
in
them
,
on
the
little
dog
,
which
was
fooling
about
on
the
top
of
the
sausage-machine
,
and
his
hands
went
out
toward
it
convulsively
,
whereat
David
,
in
sudden
fear
,
seized
the
dog
in
one
arm
and
gallantly
clenched
his
other
fist
,
and
then
Joey
begged
his
pardon
and
burst
into
tears
,
each
one
of
which
he
flung
against
the
wall
,
where
it
exploded
with
a
bang
David
refused
to
pardon
him
unless
he
promised
on
wood
never
to
look
in
that
way
at
the
dog
again
,
but
Joey
said
promises
were
nothing
to
him
when
he
was
short
of
sausages
,
and
so
his
wisest
course
would
be
to
present
the
dog
to
David
.
Oh
,
the
joy
of
David
when
he
understood
that
the
little
dog
he
had
saved
was
his
very
own
!
I
can
tell
you
he
was
now
in
a
hurry
to
be
off
before
Joey
had
time
to
change
his
mind
.
"
All
I
ask
of
you
,
"
Joey
said
with
a
break
in
his
voice
,
"
is
to
call
him
after
me
,
and
always
to
give
him
a
sausage
,
sonny
,
of
a
Saturday
night
.
"
There
was
a
quiet
dignity
about
Joey
at
the
end
,
which
showed
that
he
might
have
risen
to
high
distinction
but
for
his
fatal
passion
.
The
last
we
saw
of
him
was
from
the
street
.
He
was
waving
his
tongue
at
us
in
his
attractive
,
foolish
way
,
and
Josy
was
poised
on
Joeykin
's
hand
like
a
butterfly
that
had
alighted
on
a
flower
.
We
could
not
exactly
see
old
Joey
,
but
we
saw
his
feet
,
and
so
feared
the
worst
.
Of
course
they
are
not
everything
they
should
be
,
but
one
ca
n't
help
liking
them
.
On
attaining
the
age
of
eight
,
or
thereabout
,
children
fly
away
from
the
Gardens
,
and
never
come
back
.
When
next
you
meet
them
they
are
ladies
and
gentlemen
holding
up
their
umbrellas
to
hail
a
hansom
.
Where
the
girls
go
to
I
know
not
,
to
some
private
place
,
I
suppose
,
to
put
up
their
hair
,
but
the
boys
have
gone
to
Pilkington
's
.
He
is
a
man
with
a
cane
.
You
may
not
go
to
Pilkington
's
in
knickerbockers
made
by
your
mother
,
make
she
ever
so
artfully
.
They
must
be
real
knickerbockers
.
It
is
his
stern
rule
.
Hence
the
fearful
fascination
of
Pilkington
's
.
He
may
be
conceived
as
one
who
,
baiting
his
hook
with
real
knickerbockers
,
fishes
all
day
in
the
Gardens
,
which
are
to
him
but
a
pool
swarming
with
small
fry
.
Abhorred
shade
!
I
know
not
what
manner
of
man
thou
art
in
the
flesh
,
sir
,
but
figure
thee
bearded
and
blackavised
,
and
of
a
lean
tortuous
habit
of
body
,
that
moves
ever
with
a
swish
.
Every
morning
,
I
swear
,
thou
readest
avidly
the
list
of
male
births
in
thy
paper
,
and
then
are
thy
hands
rubbed
gloatingly
the
one
upon
the
other
.
'
Tis
fear
of
thee
and
thy
gown
and
thy
cane
,
which
are
part
of
thee
,
that
makes
the
fairies
to
hide
by
day
;
wert
thou
to
linger
but
once
among
their
haunts
between
the
hours
of
Lock-out
and
Open
Gates
there
would
be
left
not
one
single
gentle
place
in
all
the
Gardens
.
The
little
people
would
flit
.
How
much
wiser
they
than
the
small
boys
who
swim
glamoured
to
thy
crafty
hook
.
Thou
devastator
of
the
Gardens
,
I
know
thee
,
Pilkington
.
