Chapter 15 LONDON TOWN

"Come," growled the blacksmith, gripping his tongs, "what wilt thou have o' the lad?"

"What will I have o' the lad?" said Master Carew, mimicking the blacksmith in a most comical way, with a wink at the crowd, as if he had never been angry at all, so quickly could he change his face--"What will I have o' the lad?" and all the crowd laughed. "Why