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Still
Diamond
,
though
he
heard
every
word
,
and
understood
it
too
,
kept
on
smiling
.
What
could
it
matter
what
people
called
him
,
so
long
as
he
did
nothing
he
ought
not
to
do
?
And
,
besides
,
God
’
s
baby
was
surely
the
best
of
names
!
“
Well
,
my
little
man
,
and
what
can
you
do
?
”
asked
the
gentleman
,
turning
towards
him
—
just
for
the
sake
of
saying
something
.
“
Drive
a
cab
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Good
;
and
what
else
?
”
he
continued
;
for
,
accepting
what
the
girl
had
said
,
he
regarded
the
still
sweetness
of
Diamond
’
s
face
as
a
sign
of
silliness
,
and
wished
to
be
kind
to
the
poor
little
fellow
.
“
Nurse
a
baby
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Well
—
and
what
else
?
”
“
Clean
father
’
s
boots
,
and
make
him
a
bit
of
toast
for
his
tea
.
”
“
You
’
re
a
useful
little
man
,
”
said
the
gentleman
.
“
What
else
can
you
do
?
”
“
Not
much
that
I
know
of
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
I
can
’
t
curry
a
horse
,
except
somebody
puts
me
on
his
back
.
So
I
don
’
t
count
that
.
”
