Mind you, I'm not just talking, I know.

The boys tried him, to see.

They took his bed out one night, and so when he got home about three in the morning--he was on a morning paper then, but he's on an evening one now--there wasn't any place for him but with the iron-moulder; and if you'll believe me, he just set up the rest of the night--he did, honest.

They say he's cracked, but it ain't so, he's English--they're awful particular.
You won't mind my saying that.

You--you're English ?" "Yes." "I thought so.