She was singing to her baby about the 'Sandman,' or den lille Ole, as we Danes say.

"It makes my blood run cold to hear him," whispered the Sandman.

"I don't half like it," replied the Sandman, his teeth chattering with apprehension.

"Vith all my 'art," replied the Sandman, searching the clothes of the victim.

"That's a view o' the case worthy of an Old Bailey lawyer," replied the Sandman.

"Exactly the case with the t'other," whispered the Tinker to the Sandman.

"I'll go and see wot's the matter wi' Ginger," said the Sandman, slinking after him.

"Look 'em over yourself," rejoined the Sandman, pushing the book towards him.

"Vell, I s'pose I must," replied the Sandman, taking the goblet proffered him.

"Yes, ve'll take care on you," added the Tinker and the Sandman.