'Aye, I think they will,' returned the dwarf.'Now, when they do, let me know; d'ye hear? Let me know, and I'll give you something.
I want to do 'em a kindness, and I can't do 'em a kindness unless I know where they are.You hear what I say?'
Kit might have returned some answer which would not have been agreeable to his irascible questioner, if the boy from the wharf, who had been skulking about the room in search of anything that might have been left about by accident, had not happened to cry, 'Here's a bird! What's to be done with this?'
'Wring its neck,' rejoined Quilp.
'Oh no, don't do that,' said Kit, stepping forward.'Give it to me.'
'Oh yes, I dare say,' cried the other boy.'Come! You let the cage alone, and let me wring its neck will you? He said I was to do it.
You let the cage alone will you.'
'Give it here, give it to me, you dogs,' roared Quilp.'Fight for it, you dogs, or I'll wring its neck myself!'
Without further persuasion, the two boys fell upon each other, tooth and nail, while Quilp, holding up the cage in one hand, and chopping the ground with his knife in an ecstasy, urged them on by his taunts and cries to fight more fiercely.They were a pretty equal match, and rolled about together, exchanging blows which were by no means child's play, until at length Kit, planting a well-directed hit in his adversary's chest, disengaged himself, sprung nimbly up, and snatching the cage from Quilp's hands made off with his prize.
He did not stop once until he reached home, where his bleeding face occasioned great consternation, and caused the elder child to howl dreadfully.
'Goodness gracious, Kit, what is the matter, what have you been doing?' cried Mrs Nubbles.
'Never you mind, mother,' answered her son, wiping his face on the jack-towel behind the door.'I'm not hurt, don't you be afraid for me.I've been a fightin' for a bird and won him, that's all.Hold your noise, little Jacob.I never see such a naughty boy in all my days!'
'You have been fighting for a bird!' exclaimed his mother.
'Ah! Fightin' for a bird!' replied Kit, 'and here he is--Miss Nelly's bird, mother, that they was agoin' to wring the neck of! Istopped that though--ha ha ha! They wouldn't wring his neck and me by, no, no.It wouldn't do, mother, it wouldn't do at all.Ha ha ha!'
Kit laughing so heartily, with his swoln and bruised face looking out of the towel, made little Jacob laugh, and then his mother laughed.and then the baby crowed and kicked with great glee, and then they all laughed in concert: partly because of Kit's triumph, and partly because they were very fond of each other.When this fit was over, Kit exhibited the bird to both children, as a great and precious rarity--it was only a poor linnet--and looking about the wall for an old nail, made a scaffolding of a chair and table and twisted it out with great exultation.
'Let me see,' said the boy, 'I think I'll hang him in the winder, because it's more light and cheerful, and he can see the sky there, if he looks up very much.He's such a one to sing, I can tell you!'
So, the scaffolding was made again, and Kit, climbing up with the poker for a hammer, knocked in the nail and hung up the cage, to the immeasurable delight of the whole family.When it had been adjusted and straightened a great many times, and he had walked backwards into the fire-place in his admiration of it, the arrangement was pronounced to be perfect.
'And now, mother,' said the boy, 'before I rest any more, I'll go out and see if I can find a horse to hold, and then I can buy some birdseed, and a bit of something nice for you, into the bargain.'
