Been a delicate child ever since 'is mother stopped suckin' 'im," explained the father with a sympathetic shake of his head.
The cold blue eye appraised the boy's hulking mass.
"'E don't look it," continued Mr.Wigglesworth, noting the keen glance, "but 'e's never been (h)able to bide steady at the school.

(H)It's 'is brain, sir." "His--ah--brain ?" Again the blue eyes appraised the boy, this time scanning critically his face for indication of undue brain activity.
"'Is brain, sir," earnestly reiterated the sympathetic parent.

"'Watch that (h)infant's brain,' sez the Doctor to the missus when she put 'im on the bottle.

And you know, we 'ave real doctors in (H)England, sir.
'Watch 'is brain,' sez 'e, and, my word, the care 'is ma 'as took of that boy's brain is wunnerful, is fair beautiful, sir." Mr.
Wigglesworth's voice grew tremulous at the remembrance of that maternal solicitude.
"And was that why he left school ?" enquired the boss.
"Well, sir, not (h)exackly," said Mr.Wigglesworth, momentarily taken aback, "though w'en I comes to think on it that must a been at the bottom of it.

You see, w'en Samuel went at 'is books of a night 'e'd no more than begin at a sum an' 'e'd say to 'is ma, 'My brain's a-whirlin', ma', just like that, and 'is ma would 'ave to pull 'is book away, just drag it away, you might say.