Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
"You have kept us waiting an age! Come along, Bet, do."
"She ain‘t going to funk it, surely!"
"No, no, not she,--she‘s a good ‘un, Bet is,--come along, Bet. Joe Wilkins is waiting for us round the corner, and he says Sam is to be there, and Jimmy, and Hester Wright: do come along, now."
"Will Hester Wright sing?" suddenly demanded the girl who was being assailed by all these remarks.
"Yes, tip-top, a new song from one of the music halls in London. Now then, be you coming or not, Bet?"
"No, no, she‘s funking it," suddenly called out a dancing little sprite of a newspaper girl. She came up close to Bet as she spoke, and shook a dirty hand in her face, and gazed up at her with two mirthful, teasing, wicked black eyes. "Bet‘s funking it,--she‘s a mammy‘s girl,--she‘s tied to her mammy‘s apron-strings, he-he-he!"
The other girls all joined in the laugh； and Bet, who was standing stolid and straight in the centre of the group, first flushed angrily,

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