Oh, 'e's 'ad a 'ard time, 'as Samuel." At this point the boss received a distinct shock, for, as his eyes were resting upon Samuel's face meditatively while he listened somewhat apathetically, it must be confessed, to the father's moving tale, the eye of the boy remote from the father closed in a slow but significant wink.
The boss sat up, galvanised into alert attention.

"Eh?
What ?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sir, 'e's caused 'is ma many a (h)anxious hour, 'as Samuel." Again the eye closed in a slow and solemn wink.

"And we thought, 'is ma and me, that we would like to get Samuel into some easy job--" "An easy job, eh ?" "Yes, sir.

Something in the office, 'ere." "But his brain, you say, would not let him study his books." "Oh, it was them sums, sir, an' the Jography and the 'Istory an' the Composition, an', an'-- wot else, Samuel?
You see, these 'ere schools ain't a bit like the schools at 'ome, sir.

They're so confusing with their subjecks.