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42 iteher. When he turned his head, the boz was gone. He had scarcely washed himself, and made pony ue tidy by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, than the Dodger returned, accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. The four then sat down to breakfast off the coffee and some hot rolls and ham which the Dodger had brought home in the crown of his hat. “ Well,” said the Jew, glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressing himself to the Dodger, “I hope you’ve been at work this morning, my dears,” “ Hard,” replied the Dodger. sc As nails,” added Charley Bates. “Good boys, good boys!" said the Jew. s What have you got, Dodger?” c A couple of pocket-books,” replied that young gentleman. “ Lined ?” inquired the Jew with trembling eagerness. “ Pretty well,” replied the Dodger, producing two pocket-books, one green and the other red. b 6 Not so heavy as they might be," said the Jew, after looking at the insides carefully; "but very neat, and nicely made. Ingenious at szoke ain’t he, Oliver?" Very, indeed, sir," said Oliver. At which Mr. Charles Bates laughed uproariously, very much to the amazement of Oliver, who saw nothing to laugh at in as égy pit! that had passed. 66 what have you got, my dear?" said Fagin to Charley Bates, “Wipes,” replied Master Bates; at the same time producing four pocket-handkerchiefs. c Well,” said the Jew, inspecting them closely; "they "re very ones,—very. You haven’t marked them well, though, Charley ; so the marks shall be picked out with a needle, and we’ll teach Oliver how to doit. Shall us, Oliver, eh !—Ha! ha! ha!” “If you please, sir,” said Oliver. * You "d like to be able to make pockethandkerchiefs as easy as Charley Bates, wouldn’t you, my dear?” said the Jew. “Very much indeed, if you’ll teach me, sir," replied Oliver. Master Bates saw something so exyuisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation. “ He is so jolly green,” said Charley when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour. The Dodger said nothing, but he smoothed Oliver’s hair down over his eyes, and said he ’d know better by-andby; upon which the old gentleman, observing Oliver’s colour mounting, changed the subject by asking whether there had been much of a crowd at the execution that morning. This made him wonder more and more, for it was plain from the replies of the two boys that they had both been there; and Oliver naturally wondered how they could possibly have found time to be so very industrious. When the breakfast was cleared away, the merry old gentleman and the two boys played at a very curious and uncommon game, which was performed in this way : —The merry old gentleman, placing a snufi-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a watch in his waistcoat-pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt, buttoned his coat tight round him, and, putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in the pockets, trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in which old gentlemen walk about the streets every hour in the day. Sometimes he stopped at the fire-place, and sometimes at the door, making belief that he was staring with all his might into shop-windows. At such times he would look constantly round him for fear of thieves, and keep slapping all his pockets in turn, to see that he hadn’t lost anything, in such a very funny and natural manner, that Oliver laughed till the tears ran down his face. All this time the two boys followed him closely about, getting out of his sight so nimbly every time he turned round, that it was Impossible to follow their motions. At last the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidentally, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him with the most extraordinary rapidity, snufi-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief;,—even the spectaclecase. If the old gentleman felt a hand in any one of his pockets, he cried out where it was, and then the game began all over again. When this game had been played a eat many times, a couple of young laies came to see the young gentlemen, one of whom was called Bet and the other
