At last, things got so bad that the master gave Tom the sack, and if he
hadn't, all the rest of the lads would have sacked him, for they swore
they'd not stay on the same garth with Tom. Well, naturally Tom felt
bad; 't was a very good place, and good pay too; and he was fair mad
with Yallery Brown, as 'd got him into such a trouble. So Tom shook his
fist in the air and called out as loud as he could, "Yallery Brown, come
from the mools; thou scamp, I want thee!"
You'll scarce believe it, but he'd hardly brought out the words but he
felt something tweaking his leg behind, while he jumped with the smart
of it; and soon as he looked down, there was the tiddy thing, with his
shining hair, and wrinkled face, and wicked glinting black eyne.
Tom was in a fine rage, and he would have liked to have kicked him, but
't was no good, there wasn't enough of it to get his boot against; but he
said, "Look here, master, I'll thank thee to leave me alone after this,
dost hear? I want none of thy help, and I'll have nought more to do with
thee--see now.
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