Harry looked around. "I wasn't talking about these. Claude is twenty-...." how old was he again? "-five." he hadded. Twenty-five sounded responsible. "'E's s responsible and clever as you find 'em in this town, ser." Where was that useless boy when he needed him?! Oh right, probably at that dimwit rich fellow whose furniture Claude repaired in such a way he would have to come back to fix it. Good boy. He had trained him well.

Not Kitty came back out. "There ain't no money left to buy tea either."
"Then earn some!" Harry snapped. The child darted out of the yard.